FOND WISHES

FONDEST WISHES

To see Vermont in autumn time, or the Gardens of Versailles,
the San Francisco cable cars against a moonlit sky.

To walk along the sandy shores of a
thousand sunlit beaches,

To splash in the welcome coolness
of a million ocean reaches.

To see the boats of Annapolis,
in their Christmastime parade,
lit up in all their glory, a sparkling display.

To shake the hand of Judy Collins, to speak to Janis Ian,
to go through life with blinders off,
and thrilled with what I’m seeing.

To see New York and feel Times Square
pulsing deep within my veins,

To walk the soggy London streets,
in the midst of a soaking rain,
to see the Eiffel Tower or to cruise along the Seine.

To see the red lights of Amsterdam,
sex up close in the windowpanes,

To witness the Grand Canyon, its sheer immense design,
to see the ruins of ancient Greece, the architecture fine.

Or maybe just to dine with you at a Popeye’s here in town,
to cruise the old familiar streets, the tunes cranked up
and the windows down.

To see a movie at the cineplex,
caught up in the twisting plot,
the intrigue and the mystery,
in a land that time forgot.

Or maybe just to lay with you,
at the end of a long and tortured day
and feel each curve of your body warm
as it melts my cares away.

To see Vermont in autumn time, the Gardens of Versailles,
or just the love you feel for me, shining in your deep blue eyes.

-BRUCE POTTS
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