WALKING ON THIN ICE

me, 1946 - foto by smith

leaving on a jet plane in the morning heading south of the border down mexico way. last time we went thataway it was to start a new life. this time we’ll be returning home to our mile high city in the Sierre Madre mountains with low humidity and temperate clime. and a happier people too. they’re poorer down there, but their lives seem richer, happier, more tranquil. of course i’m observing from the outside there and the inside here in the u.s.a.

but enough of that - can’t blog in the morning because we’re leaving before the cock crows, so here’s a silly ditty i wrote for lady.

Baked Apple Cream Kisses

Baked apple cream kisses for you my love
For your giggle wiggle wondrous why

Creamed apple baked kisses to you my dove
From your hair below to those above

Baked kissed apple cream I’ll then apply
To your skin within, without, and try

French kissing your wiggle giggle for I’ve
Apple creamed baked kiss in you my love

Head to toe side to side all the in between
Cream kissed baked apple in you my Queen

Lady with smith art tee-shirt (soon to be 4 sale) - foto by smith