I’ll drive cross country by myself in a comfy car
and stop every day at some spot of Americana:
the Grand Canyon, Yellowstone and Yosemite, of course.
If it’s not too late.
Poetry
Dream Friends
So many friends I leave without saying goodbye.
They teach me and love me without saying why.
A taxicab driver, a captain of ships,
A restaurant owner, an arranger of trips –
They seem to have nothing in common with me,
Except pushing me to take too many risks!
Dreamy Shadows
Some of us are happy
enjoying all we see;
we smile at silver snowdrops
that glisten from a tree.
Our outlook may be fuzzy Continue reading
Fits and Starts
Painting: Paul Cézanne, The Dream of the Poet (The Kiss of the Muse), 1860
I’m in fits and starts
A little bit off, and my cart’s
ahead of the donkey. Continue reading
SEA of LIFE
Deep, restful, I want to swim in it, but why?
Just staring at it soothes me, calms me into looking back. Where did I come from? Where am I going? Continue reading
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