TIS SAID

You can't go home again.

Yet...

you can visit the ball fields of your youth and
kids are still at play on the diamonds of their dreams...

you can walk the sands of your childhood beach and
at the crest of the wave the children still scream

lovers still meet on the hill at long beach
at the pulpit at sts. phillip and james
the pastor does still preach

the bull still stands at the fork in the road

(tho' 516 is no longer the area code)

stripers still school at the mouth of the river.

sometimes as i walk among the ghosts

my heart's a quiver...