Camp Pendleton - Nightjars

Stone-black little lizard on the fence outside

The kitchen I grew up in for most of my life

Knee brace and crutches like a fable with a punchline

Day bright as the birds on the wild ceramic sky

Train runs for miles and I know every pace

She chased me through her backyard with flour on her face

The things I denied myself still took up so much space

But memory makes circles at the end

I am again

Cowboy, hill-runner, you turn the sage white

Freezing your head so your soul never dies

Bombs that bought our freedom, the lawns that drained them dry

Powerful men alive again as freeway signs

I don’t like it either, but it swallowed our lives

We were pearled up on the half-shell of your barricade drive

Canyon, can you show me how to give up my power this time?

Memory makes circles at the end

I am again

Memory makes circles at the end