There'll always be working people in my poems because I grew up with them and I am a poet of memory.
In fact I was one of the few trusted people that Lucy allowed to play with their kids. I spent time at their summer home rode horses at their ranch and swam at their beach house. I even spent a Christmas with them at Palm Springs one year.
Dad bought me a toy drum one Christmas and I eventually destroyed it. I...
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