At the end of the summer of 1968 I had turned 18 and printed my poetry books.

I had also lost my beautiful friend Carole Gillberg, who had been killed in a car accident.

Virginia's Life
C. Gillberg
1949-1968

When we were very young
Beneath a truck on 101
She was crushed.
(to death)

Dreams of sex and men,
(I was busy with my poety then)
This was their conversation,
She and her mother.

Sex for me was hit and miss.
She was the one voluptuous
And older than myself.
I was ethereal.

Full of love and fun
She'd had affairs with everyone,
It might be said.
She'd had her lovers.

We really were too young
For her to die on 101
When she was crushed.
(to death)