Bi-Coastal Girl (Revisited)

Im pedaling fast on the loop of my family's dreams
Its quiet here and not like California life seems
Sailboats stored away for summer days
Kayak kaleidoscope caressing cloudscape cay
Its a romantic New England retreat, and I wish you were with me today.

Lets take the path to the old stone mansion
Down the stairs, to a garden by the sea
Butterflies bubble over blossoms in midday sun
Moat of water reflecting hand spread trees
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I wonder if youre doing all right, San Francisco?
I wonder why this had to happen to me?
Im scared and dont know if you are friend or foe
You opened my heart and unleashed creativity
———
What is crazy and what is creative?
How can you tell if someones pulling your chain?
Do you just wait for everything to go your way
Or do you run away and decide to try again?
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How do you reach a boy whos stuck in an online world?
How do you tell someone you love them without scaring them off?
What if they make fun of you and dont see the value of extra years?
What if you over share and screw up the way you come across?

Theres the spot where Dad taught us to fish
I remember catching a funny sounding cat
It had whiskers and sounded like a deep throated frog
and we all laughed together and threw that furry thing back
(note: true story- my first fish I caught was a type of catfish)

Pedaling through the woods and out where the view is clear
Theres the picture perfect skyline - New York City
Wed point and shout, Theres the Twin Towers!
Now we see over The Sound with a little more empathy

Down this way is where I learned to swim so well
Summer camp at The Point by the open sea
Little did we know how lucky all of us really were
Now were wondering how to live life as simply

Sweet little hill here in the woods
Two deer grazing on something good
Light from the left lays long shadows down
I pedal through the lines by Long Island Sound

Through the stone gate theres the Holly Grove
We hiked here every Thanksgiving
To the Rock above the cove
Post Turkey and stuffing, we left our memories here
The days have gone by, but this paradise stays clear

Theres a new Old Barn and the Queen Anne House
Where I used to come and see crustaceans muck about
Hermit crabs, snails and buckets full of sand
Mom took us here and imagination began
We never thought anything was hard at all
We never had exposure to homeless or small
Life was so big and beautiful here by the sea
Its no wonder its so hard to be away and try to be free

Theres a sweet man I met online from New Jersey
I really thought he might have been a true friend
I ran away because he really hurt me
But I dont think he knew his words would kill me like they did

Im a girl with a huge imagination
I come from a land with castles by the sea
When Im hurt, Im really hurt because I dont have a thick shell
I wear every single emotion on my sleeve

A bi-coastal girl living in this crazy world
I see vast differences between what Americans have
It hurts me every day to see the homeless and afraid
and I dont see any way to make it better right now

I ride the loop around until my legs are tired
My thoughts have let go into the blue sky
Squirrels, rabbits and colored birds on fire
But I have to drive back to California for another try
———
I wonder if youre doing alright, San Francisco?
I wonder why this had to happen to me?
Im scared and dont know if you are friend or foe
You opened my heart and unleashed creativity
———
What is crazy and what is creative?
How can you tell if someones pulling your chain?
Do you just wait for everything to go your way
Or do you ask him if he will be your friend again?

Part of a Creative Writing Project: Letters to Geographer 2015-2016

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