If I’d lived my life by what others were thinkin’, the heart inside me would’ve died

I was just too stubborn to ever be governed by enforced insanity

Someone had to reach for the risin’ star, I guess it was up to me

"Up to Me" by Bob Dylan)

Monday, December 26, 2005

Celtic radio: Image 3

III.
(Le plage a Gruissan)

Monday, Bastille Day, 14 July.
From the high hill above the final village
I saw your steely green eyes.

All the warm beer and girl’s beauty
Like a quiz.

Pages standing,
Hands falling
In the sable sand
In the steel green sea.

Evening hums with motors and shimmering heat.
Little waves splash in constant rhythm.

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