remembering Santa Monica Pier or reaching for the brass ring

zdunno03's avatarLeonard Durso

there were homemade
potato chips
benches to read on
a sea breeze
my dog asleep
at my feet
that beautiful carousel
and the promise
of a brass ring
a hand outstretched
across what was
a lifetime
and you
and happiness
just out of reach
and me
riding a wooden horse
up and down
around
through eternity

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7 thoughts on “remembering Santa Monica Pier or reaching for the brass ring

  1. By any measure the most evocative and powerful poetic prose that I have ever read. This, to me, is your strength as a writer. I hope we will continue to see this writing bloom forth on these pages. Just exquisite, Len!

    Ron

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