#393. a last walk

September 26, 2010

a last walk with the hound
across the footbridge steps
echo raw roar of the sea
gentle hush flower fields
scent the chill autumn
evening comes lights
the sky and instant
future once now
knowing peace
thru storms
as we hold
on course

#238. north sea

April 20, 2010

laughing you said
the earth
is liquid
but solid under foot
and you could
say that
the pineapple
sweetly bit
the spring
bluster backlights
the dogs in the surf sweet time
for you to say
that you needed to sit in the sand

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