Oct 252014

The streets are nearly empty as I drive to Walgreens
I listen to the soft hiss of tires on the wet pavement


U-2 on my CD…
“Love is a temple, love’s a higher law”


I am slowing everything down right now
putting everything in its proper place


There is a pain in my gut
must talk to the doc about it


A quiet, mysterious pre-dawn

Southern rain falls, bathing the mountains

In white mist


How long does the human spirit last?
How long will acrimony, indeed pure hate
continue in the USA and wider world?
No one can say for sure


What do our dreams mean?
I wonder about that, too









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