Love is like the
ivory coast
at this distance I
wonder at its smile,
its lovely name,
though not the swinging
‘stride, nor an
artistic life,
the ships of those
years past, that
came and have passed by

RLB @1991

I like to live
Where the sky is
Bay like blue, I’d
Like to see you
Sweetly smile in
The white camellia
Bloom. And if the
Clearing wind swept
Down the spanish
Hill, I’d want to
Have you turn my
Collar up and hold
My arm in yours.

RLB 1-21-@1991