in the great alone
stuck deep in the thousand eyes
of subway trains
crushed
hope
still
bloomed
the heart of life
moving high in one pair of eyes
in the great alone

#386. vacation

September 17, 2010

i am
leaping
high in freedom
and the road carries
my work load as i regain
pure inner weightlessness

ready to jet
calm
in the eye
of memory
awake
in the storm
of my old dreams
high
in the wild winds
heading west
to you all

#88. Journalism Dog

November 21, 2009

What life is this life
why has it dropped here
who may survive it
with out knowing when
or how high?

My dog gives my foot a happy lick
not caring about my good deeds
or shame.

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