A friend shared with me…
Her struggle with addiction…
Following the passing of my daughter…
She described it…
As if one was flirting with death…
Each time a clearer image emerged…
The illusion of a better existance…
A challenge to kiss death and then return…
From what I remember…
The year was 1964…
My youth was left behind in New Mexico…
That was the year we moved to California…
A dentist injected me with three doses…
My chart said an allergic reaction…
I remember looking in the mirror…
The inside of my mouth had turned chalk white…
The skin was peeling away as I spit out chunks of skin…
I was told I went to sleep…
And slept for three days…
I recall the Alaskan Earthquake.
The story in the news about a projected tsunami…
They believe in the LA area alone…
Over a hundred thousand people were on the beachs…
An unknown number of surfers were in the water…
All for a precipice of passage…
A Poet's Haven 
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