Thursday, April 6, 2017

trabuco canyon

could it have been trabuco canyon, a creek that fell into falls and then a pool into which my brother dave and and i at least one of the reidling brothers and kirk i'm pretty sure and heck maybe even ricky - now ricardo, the muralist - mendoza jumped one probably summer day a thousand years ago not so far from the modjeska house, least not as the swallow flies capistrano bound, where andrea, mother of our nevermind, and i strolled and got spooked by and retreated from, to her mother's house, which i've never considered since then til now, and can see it, clearly.

and where andrea, molten soprano, told me a little about her schizophrenic sister.

yes. i think it was trabuco canyon.

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