September 1984

thoughts upon returning:

wow!

what a day

friends

loves

waves

lives

continual sequence

upon the stage (and off;

the stars

celebrate

my jubilee)

gifts

tales

roiling about

my eyes

shut tight

brilliant smiles

blinding joy

dearest

closest

friends

all fade

to

drowsy

sleep filled

peace

to The One

one says

“thank you”

After a picnic in Kingston