Old Poems

Not back to writing here consistently by any stretch, but it's funny what one can find amid the crevices of one's computer. A second poem about Santa Monica - or really, the transition from the end of the 10 and the transition onto PCH:
All of which is a long way of saying this is one reason to write: To return, revisit, and recover something of what passed. Not perfectly, and never completely, but something.