Back from an MRI brain scan I listen to a Miles Davis album Black Hawk San Francisco 1962 Where a young Latina And I grooved on the vibes
Back from an MRI and At 80
The True Poet
the true poet knows words
are second to action weaker
than blood spilled on the battleground
of human rights and dignity
Woman on the Balcony
two three times a week
I see her sitting on the balcony
when weather permits
here in old Italy town
in what is left of North Beach
Poem for My First Love
Seven months into my 80th birthday
I slip back in time
I’m driving down highway one where
California’s fertile hills wink at me
Thoughts on the California Drought
sitting here feeling like a used car
one part after the other failing me
the aroma of fresh brewing coffee
wakes my brain cells