SAN DIEGO 1943.

A WOMAN IN SAN DIEGO IN 1943.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

You walk childless in
San Diego; you
Travel light. Who was

 

That man you saw last
Night? He spoke of stars,
Moon and other false

 

Promises. Always
The same. The hot meal,
The cinema and

 

Then home to his bed.
Only he didn’t
And it was all done

 

After the boring
Film and the long walk
Back. Mother said men

 

Weren’t to be trusted.
She should have known she
Married the loser

 

Of all losers. There
Is a wind at your
Back; it disturbs your

 

Hair, pushes you hard
Forward. If only
Life could be stopped and

 

Relived better. You
Want nothing more than
To be loved and loved

 

Well. Stella, Mother
Said, expect nothing
Other than death and

 

Taxes and the last
Breath and the last thought
Before all goes dark

 

In the flick of a
Finger. You muse on
That walking childless

 

In San Diego,
Walking through lonely
And walking solo.