I look out my window

At the glimmering houses on the hill

From my pretty home

In pretty San Francisco

The morning light sparkles off the glass in the morning mist

I’m a morning person now and I need to remember to eat right and to spend more time on my kisses

I see the seagulls spinning

Through the light in the air

Are they same ones

I wrote about in a different year?

Would they remember?

Would they recognize me?

Does it matter?

Do wе all look the same to them?

And how important is it anyway?

I’m not chasing aftеr fame

Some things you do because you’re driven to do it

It’s in your blood

It’s September

I feel lonely for a change

I don’t feel that much anymore

And I know why

I looked at a picture of red autumn leaves

Near my hometown on a friend’s Instagram feed

A tiny perfect wild flower

In a stunning mountain scene

The fall back home is over soon

Is time a thief?

Or will it be a companion

On a flight back home next year?

I love my brother

So I texted him

He travels a thousand miles

Just like me, on a whim

We have the same voice

We often sound the same

But we share our thoughts

In a different way

"You may see me running down the old dusty road

I will stop and you will smile"

"I say hello and give a wave

And keep going for a while"

Around the bend past an old parked airplane

Tucked away beside a red barn that inspired you to paint

Before you ever met the two sons that you bore

That October that you left us We sat together for days

I took your favorite clothes to the Salvation Army

And a lavender sweater that was folded and buttoned down

That still had the tags on it

That you saved for an occasion that never came

I can’t remember

As well as my brother

I flipped through old black book

And found some of these words

I think I wrote them

In the garden that you loved

We listened on repeat in the living room

To Willie Nelson - “Stardust”

And I there sat for days with the parlor guitar

Rob Czarneski sold to me

You gave me a blue electric guitar

You put a notecard in the case

“This guitar doesn’t play sad songs”

So I’ll use my vihuela from Michoacán and my Spanish guitar tuned to C

I’ll add some words and play guitar

And Beau can add a drum machine