Almost to California


 Almost to California.
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My Boston girl, I found her at Fort lee, Virginia in the Winter of 1976. She were waited for a love who forsaken you. I made her drink the sweet red wine and we danced near the Winter Virginia beach sea every weekend for three months. She told me, never love a broken girl. Dead heart, sleeping heart shall break your heart.
I remember I told her. Dear Dorthy, love is like a river, flowing toward us or away from us. We must learn to roll and move with the moving water. Life is never easy and love can be harder.
I left for Fort Ord, California in late December 1976 and we made great promises of meeting in Monterey. I remember her brown eyes asking me. Was I true or not? I told you.
“Dorthy, Dorthy.
My beloved,
please come to California.
I want to love you,
I want to marry you.
I would do anything to see you smile.
I would never break your heart.”
I fell in love with California, I befriended the sea, became the Monterey street poet. I would call Dorthy for six months. Each conversation become a river of separation, I was going farther west and she was staying in Boston. I remember I send my last words to her in the Spring of 1977.
“Dorthy, Dorthy.
My lovely Boston girl.
California is so beautiful,
the sea is always dancing for me.
I read my poetry three days a week in Monterey and Pacific Grove.
You would love the Monterey pier.
We could drink Irish coffee, hold hands and talk till the midnight moon appeared.
I dreamed you came and we danced with the sea.
These are my last words and I do,
love you and I shall never forget your beautiful voice,
I shall never forget your face, I adored to see.
If you become brave,
Johnnie is in California.
Waiting for his Boston girl.”
Dorthy wrote back. Dear Johnnie, I told you. I would break your heart. Sleeping heart, sometime cannot be awoken. Please dance with the sea for me. I will dream of my Michigan boy who loved to laugh, love to make me smile and we were almost lovers. You were a blessing for a sad Boston girl. Thank you dear John, I love and miss you.
I remembered I told the sea. Please tell my beloved, she didn’t break my heart. She taught me I could love.
                                          Dancing Coyote