MOLLIE MEMORY

We walked down the road

past killer insects the size of fists

with strong resemblence to winged

scorpions...

We wandered passed children

hording sewage for themselves

while glaring at us both as we walked on

by & spoke quietly about how sad

it was that this was their fun in the sun

weekday afternoon.

We dared the high voltage to trip

down rocky embankment as we eyed the fishermen

out among the seemingly high water

rapids of little or no importance

before crossing the bridge that

sailors passed beneath.

We passed under trains & men who

saw us having simple happy times

before we turned the corner towards

home & our journey came to an end.

A magic memory for Mollie & me

that I write about while Janis Joplin

sings to me about Bobby McGee &

reminding me of Trevor & his humble

beginnings.

Trevor would have walked with us if he could;

We're his kind of people;

Mollie & Me.