Tuesday, September 10, 2019

My Hero of Point Reyes, 1965


We arrived, a '63 Chevy
In morning mist and
Insisted we wade out
As one into the sounding 
Sea --Drake's Bay.
The day was hot and we
Rejoiced under sun
Into night then hiked
Back up, to a note
On the windshield:
"You left your lights
On this morning, so
I disconnected the battery--
Ranger Dave." We
Found a half-inch crescent
Wrench under the hood
And surmised we,
And an angel, dived
Into the same wave.

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    1. Thanks Rick. Cars shut their own lights off now, but back then it took angels.

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  2. Angels are every where … if we choose to see them :) Love, cat.

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    1. Can't always see them, Cat, but when they leave the right tool to get you home, you know they've been by.

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    1. I never used to think about it, Susan, until I was doped and prepped for surgery years ago --my nurse's name tag read "Gabriel". I told him I didn't expect to see him in scrubs.

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  4. Kindnesses are always remembered and isn’t that a wonderful thing.

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    1. It truly is, Arleen. When times get tough, a smile twinkling like a star or a friendly nod can work wonders --lotta people are part angel.

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    1. I love it too, Jenny, because it really happened. Somehow the free-verse ballad form fits the kindnesses angels do.

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