HIGH ON EMERYVILLE
You remind me of all the good things in life;
Reminding me that, as a child, I'd always been afraid of dark places!
Reminding me of Ralph Hawley, down in Emeryville; Anny Yates right off San Pablo Avenue by that ice cream parlor we'd always pass but never went to;
The Aquatic Park when it used to be somewhere; a place we'd go to run our dogs, Power and Sheba, lay copper bits on the train tracks or skipped pebbled stones on the water to see whose would go the furthest.
Reminding me of Emeryville, where first love came around every onceinawhile like a holiday; every nowandthen like a blue moon or a special occasion, and when you found it you had to grab hold of it and hold on to it tight and cherish it for as long as you could because there was no telling how long it would last.
You remind me of nineteenseventy something, all four seasons, when real people were real, real love was love and love real!
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Emeryville, California was a very small city in the Bay Area. So small that by a few blinks of an you'd miss it. I was very young during my few years stay there, and most of my fondest memories are there. I wrote this poem based on those memories.