Rancho Cucamonga
Looks upon a plain
Once slithered in salt
Are we insane
Or just desiderata
Maybe forgotten
Travels
Where memory rotten
Unravels
Wishes to relive
Focusing on our navels
Sixty years ago
Cucamonga
Made me go
To a diaspora
But now
I am free
To know how
From life flee
Rancho Cucamonga
Published
T. M. Shorewick 