I drove through this town 
Historically Floridian
Just after dusk 

Children biked past 
To safe security 
Of electric lighting 
Dinners, cleanliness
And the dreams 
Of being beloved 

Yellowish glow 
Flows from glass 
Interrupting the night’s
Dark embrace. 

I wonder what 
Such sensation 
Feels like 

An Oregon Memory 

Today I’m remembering  

Dreamy winters night’s 

Near the coast of Oregon 

A steady rain falling

Drinking coffee with friends 

Jazz plays from a small radio 

Voices of friends faded 

Some returned to dust 

This time so many ago 

Many rains have washed away

The memory dusty not gone