And Poets Would See Love In The Parking Of A Car,
Love In The Rear-View Mirror, Love In The Slowing
Of Tires Between Yellow Lines.
"Stay With Me In This Parking Lot," The Driver
Would Say. "All My Life, I Have Held This Space
For Someone Like You."
Meanwhile Back At The Curb,
We Were Waiting.
Excerpt From Crossing With The Light, Dwight Okita
The Song Of The Day - Yellow By Coldplay
Hi Jon, I just happened to google my name and saw you had a photo of my poetry plaque from the Embarcadero. That's was fun running into it.
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o so cool. i never knew this was the poem on the plaque. Getting to know Dwight all over again. Thanks for posting.
ReplyDeleteSo COOL that Dwight Okita found your blog on his poem!
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