It’s September 9th in Los Angeles, but it’s September 10th in Australia. Here is a sneak preview of tomorrow. On an overnight train from Sydney to Melbourne, we woke up before dawn — still jet-lagged from the flight from South America. The assignment for each of us was to write a short poem with the same title. This is the result:
This is What Yesterday Looks LIke –
The 405 is bumper to bumper
As I curse the cars who cut me off
I see the sun beginning to set
I have to get to the market yet
For I have four hungry people to feed
And each one has their own food needs
Why, oh why, don’t I pack up and go go?
Because I really, truly, love LA so so…
This is What Yesterday Looks Like — in Marblehead, MA
The air off the Atlantic this morning is salty and clear
Perfect temperature, if only all days could be this warm and cool
All at once.
Such a perfect day that everyone who has a dog is walking him and
Everyone who doesn’t have a dog is just plain walking themselves
The air this morning is that delicious.
You are a family of writers!! I am loving being a part of your travels.
XXX Margie
How very beautiful and “poetic” your thoughts are! I love it! Thanks!
I guess that after all that Argentine beef and twirling tangoes, not to mention the gambling, it’s time for some verse!
And….each poem about the dawn was more poignant and touching than the next. Damn! I listened to each a bunch of times, especially those by F&F. Damn!
Dancing and poetry—what a curriculum! Did either of you guys go to Sarah Lawrence? 😉
“With every rising of the sun
Think of your life as just begun.”
—Anonymous
xox, #1 FAN
I am so pleased that Franny and Finn are carrying on in their great grandfather Mier Forman’s tradition of fine rhymed verse…
saying so much, yet in a manner terse
i love you guys!