Time comes to a head
the river calls my name
fresh water for the home brew.
Blood in my veins
moves me to the mountains
music brings me to myself.
Solitude in my cereal bowl
floats the current
pulling me upstream
lost in an eddy of time
with rain on the stoop
and a clouded sky.
1 comment:
Sounds like your headed to the cabin. :-) jd
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