..and you were looking
down at your feet..
noticed that they were
cold and wet..and
between your toes
was sand and mud..
and still you walked
out into the lake..
the wind off the water
made it colder than
what was expected..
later came the rain..
and you left little
foot prints in the sand..
you made it into the
Hotel room..
the tv was silently
staring into the vacuum
of emptyness..
remember the hot dog
with catsup and mustard
how the bag that held
the buns was made
of plastic..
We pulled out of Nam
by then..I was
but a child..
My father was a
middle-aged man then..
Mother was a hottie..
and that was all I knew
I went to school..
the rest is just filler
in my head..
memories,vapours
and sentimental
capers..the sun
sets..the moon
rises..clouds go by
and tears fall
from the sky..
