the pain
in the legs
the ache
in the heart
the chill
in the bones
so far
so very far
from home
the pain
in the legs
the ache
in the heart
the chill
in the bones
so far
so very far
from home
for you
my arms
ache
like gulls
crying out
gliding soaring
around the buildings
always returning
to rest
by the sea
like my thoughts
seeking attention
circling spinning
inside my head
always settling
to linger
on you
she reads the poet
whose words
release the longing
deep within
her heart
standing at the edge
of the world
sending my heart
all the way
back
to where it belongs
like a butterfly
still seeking blossoms
I dream
of the way
your lips
move
when you speak
saddle up
ride drive walk
through rain through snow
highways back roads
city streets
all night
for your smile
there you are
illuminated
remote
in the heavens
while I below
my wine cup
raised
to you
to her
both
beyond reach
of my arms
that voice
in the darkness
calling out
calling out
to anyone listening
a shot of whiskey
the piano melting
and you
in a red dress
dancing
dancing
just for me
bait the hook
drop the line
catch you
if I can
this night
in dreams
Being Present for the Moment
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Off the wall, under the freeway, over the rainbow, nothin' but net.
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Artist by choice, photographer by default, poet by accident.
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