Tuesday, June 22, 2010

SEE YOU LATER UNDERGROUND

The breeze caressing my face
Comes from the Southeast
It blows from the city of my birth
Carrying the ghosts of family
Still living in my imagination

They say
Take time with the living family
We will see you later
Underground


[I live in Houston and was born in Galveston. The moist, steady Gulf of Mexico breezes bring lots of warmth and memories]

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