this is another kind of walk-about poem one where I swim through my consciousness and over by the edges where the feelings of each time of me are sometimes there for the touching
and I feel the sadness of leaving Washington DC in my 25th year 1969 leaving who I was
a fledgling teacher at Roper Junior High over the Anacostia on E. Capitol St. SE my bond with my students and my love of who they were
stretched thin by time and distance
leading to a long silent mental break I have just now realized 48 years later
2017
how could I have stayed I wonder all the logic of the world said job over move on
so I ignored what I knew moved up to New Bedford
became a newspaper reporter for awhile
left part of my heart broken off in DC