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 THIRTY-THREE YEARS AGO
Last time we saw each other
I was a mother
Of only one
My Molly sun
And I was fighting
A losing battle
Trying to bring her
Back from Oklahoma
When I did not even drive.

Last time we talked
I was a young woman
Being a teenager
Because I mothered my
Brothers and sisters already
I just wanted to rock steady.

Last time you sang and I listened
It was Kansas and Quixand
Dave Hood and Gene and others
At a house I forgot whom lived there
On the end of Main Street in Hermiston
And it was a fun life being free to be
In love with Dave, but he wasn't so in love with me.

Last time I knew about you
You belonged to my roommate
Sue Graham I am glad you remembered her name
As I had even forgot Laura
Until you mentioned it and I remember
Her and I and Stuart Smith laying in my bed
For a nap on a hot summer afternoon
When I had water blisters all over my body
From the McNary beach and night shift sleeping.

Last time you heard me
I had a Oklahoma accent
And I said "ya all" quite well
Do I still I don't know
I wonder if I have that Southern slow
I used to have that made others laugh
After all this is the West and we are rich
Compared to the poverty seen in Oklahoma
When I lived there as Lori Ann Johnson
From about 16 to 20 lived there, 16 to 18 named
Another name by me out on my own a little girl grown.

Last time I thought about you
I thought of brother-in-law
Friend, someone elses quiet kinda shy
Compared to that Dave guy
Who was a Virgo and wanted band practice perfect
Without smiles and laughs and girls watching
You guys didn't jive in temperaments I believe
Dave was 10 years older than the rest of us
He had already been to Viet Nam and lost part
Of his hand which possibly let some of the fun
Out of him if he had it in the first place.

Last time so long ago in my mind
You visited Sue at Hermiston Drug
You seemed faithful and possessive
Perhaps weary of Sue's free spirit
I thought you guys were good for each other
We were both young compared to now
Hippies and Volkswagen's and keggers
Out in the sand somewhere I cannot remember
Or all the people I used to know from there
When I was a promiscuous thing freely flying
Drugs, sex and rock and roll ruled the night.

Last time I was beautiful even though I didn't know it
So much abuse from life since then I have survived
Still looking for that husband to take me as I am
To hold me for the rest of my little life
And say it's all okay to be an artist and dream
To know I go to another space and time when it's more
Than I can take being old and crippled from back pain
To understand my stubborn independence
That it's hard to ask for anything
Because disappointment could come soon in the asking
So just do it yourself and if it hurts cuss about it.

Last time we were together security was not important
Now I've lived in a house for twenty years almost
And I don't even own it except I tell Bill Shank I do
And I worked only a few jobs in this town for decades
Trailer factory 4 years, BMCC 4 years, Nursing home 12 years
Now many years at Eastern Oregon Training Center and more
At least a few because we are slowly closing it for group homes
To be the place the last of those once warehoused will live
Remembering managing Southgate Village Apartments back then
After that was when I met you after Sue then Gene came along.

Last time Gene was alive and we knew where Dave was and Sue
Where is Sue Graham, does she have kids and do you
Where has life taken you my old friend and do you live happy
Are you a grandpa yet or even a dad what happen in life
It must be okay as you are still kicking up music
It must be okay as I am still kicking up rhymes
Let the seconds tick on by until we talk again
And please remember I am fun, I can be kind, but I am older
Now my friend than 33 years ago only inside
I am still perhaps the young woman who remembers you
And your red Nova pulling away taking Sue then for a ride...


4/3/2009 1307 cj  





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