Bearings without GPS

Bearings without GPS

Bearings without GPSYears ago, I rode my bike everywhere.I knew the backroads.I avoided busy intersections.Then I bought a car and got lost.In my later years I’ve abandoned my car.I walk everywhere.I know the gardens and backroads of my town.I find narrow walkways and...
Taste Buds

Taste Buds

Taste BudsWilted lettuce past its prime, The grounds of coffee used once too many times,The sweetness of honey,Raspberries plucked at their peak,Which do you seek?I shy away from bitter—an After taste, that wastes my buds.I appreciate sea salt on freshly baked...
Why Do I Travel?

Why Do I Travel?

Why do I travel?I journey to revealWhat is hidden within me.In another country, I observe.Sit quietly in the present.No one knows my past,Or where I have been.In the moment I meet a countrymen I’m a stranger in their land. Greeting someone unique in time and place....
The Symphony of Life

The Symphony of Life

The Symphony of LifeAs our bones rattleOur blood pulsesOur eyes whisper blinkingAs time moves on.The ringing in our ears Echoes the birds, the buzz ofComputers over bees.Age plays the blues,Th jazz of life improvisedAs time marches on. You can send me comments and...

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