Memories of Lithia Park Ashland Oregon (1989)
I.) Lithia Park
To walk with swans after Henry the Fifth
was performed within Globe replica
in Ashland Oregon America
this theater of my childhood as a myth.
To hold your hand while swinging upon swings
while staring to the sky like “Cyrano”
his love for Roxanne part of my show
as we play upon these children’s playthings.
A lush green trail that wraps around the pond
in morning when I walk with my coffee
or when we would climb in the trees to hide.
At times the Falstaff from the great beyond
at times a noble lover from the sea
whose passions grew upon the coming tide.
II.) Ashland Oregon
I sing like Petrarch, to you, Oh Laura.
Our memories wander Lithia Park
then fall upon tortured Prince of Denmark
along this path of layered fine flora.
Our youth performed with skill in small black box
we grew with these larger performances
never forget our summer romances,
our youth, separated by these long walks.
These stories of troubled teenage lovers
lie overhead, where we had set up lunch
with thoughts of lands of giants from “Peer Gynt.”
This was the summer to end all summers
when watching Williams on our Sunday Brunch
or holding hand in park that smells like mint.
III.) Wherever You May Be
We now live in our own states of being
with long lists of love and people we’ve lost
we have our Tempest where our ships were tossed
or three witches with an eye for seeing.
So with respect to who we have become
I declared love in Ashland’s Lithia
underbrush near outdoor Arcadia
over blossoms from a Japanese Plum.
Though life may find us watching “Winter’s Tale”
and finding solace in the lesser plays
I ponder your blessed life within art.
Like Gynt I ride on bed with attached sail
into the heavens where memory stays
on days we journeyed deep into the park.