48 summers ago, on our maiden dance,
I knew I had only one left foot,
but almost died to discover I had two.
BAGUIO SUMMER ON MY MIND
Skating, sailing at Burnham Park,
I stole my first kiss, and carved
her name on a pine tree’s brittle bark.
Now we watch shimmering summer sunsets
on porches while we play our waiting game,
wondering if her name is still among the branches.
---Albert B. Casuga
These poems were posted earlier in their original "one-line/one-sentence" forms in Dave Bonta's Via Negativa, 08-13-11