Musty Old Books
When the door to my mother opened
for the ninth time
I was born
into the land of strawberries
and Bantam roosters, into a storm
of purple lilacs and sweet cherry trees
with red arms reaching
like my brother’s and sister’s
come to carry me into the fields of alfalfa
and sweet clover where the rhubarb fanned
its green umbrella. Continue reading
I leave you with: My Book Of Clouds, Image XIII.
I am on the move twenty-five hundred miles away from this city where I have invested myself for 40 years, but unlike Tony Bennet, I will not leave my heart here. I will take it with me as I put San Francisco in the rear view mirror and resurrect in Fairview, Michigan.
Richard Rensberry, author at QuickTurtle Books®