for Teresa, 1995. This poem was written when I was happily dating Teresa, the first true love of my life. It is unlike a majority of my poems, for it has a hopeful theme and bouncy cadence. Likewise, it is not one of my best poems, but still one of my better poems of that era in my life. I have found that when a person is happy and fulfilled they tend to write shittier poetry.
Writtn from sketches made while standing n front of the little white Catholic church on Doc Lap Street, Tourane, Quang Ngai, Viet Nam, 1967, watching soldiers, nuns, and Saffron-robbed priests look at each other.
