Feb 062015

Time is passing quickly in this pre-dawn
I already hear the whoosh of cars on Route 25
I am searching for the key to open the door

to deep inside
where the creative resides
That’s my high:

when I feel like all possibilities
are opening up, and the mind is unfettered
where we can fly free with the hawk,

the “young hawk that rises,” as Bob Seger said
What would I do without free spirits? What would I do
without others who allow me to be myself?

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