6/14/12
6/13/12
6/12/12
6/11/12
6/10/12
Crossing The Bridge
Making the connection on emblazoned landscape...
Wires overhead crisscrossing as a roof
mere guidewires under emblazoned path,
serving as analog map on historic trail.
The past has odd connection with present
as we approach, crossing pedestrian bridge
using mobile phones over digital air,
traversing our way to station of light rail.
Wires overhead crisscrossing as a roof
mere guidewires under emblazoned path,
serving as analog map on historic trail.
The past has odd connection with present
as we approach, crossing pedestrian bridge
using mobile phones over digital air,
traversing our way to station of light rail.
6/9/12
Sticks and Stones
Underneath are buried names that didn't hurt me...
Tis not true that names do not at first hurt,
hurled like stones they attempt to hit the soul
like sticks striking to break psyche bones.
Tis the brave soul that faces real truth,
that those who fling utterances of dung
are best disregarded, since their souls...
Are mere dried sticks useful only as firewood.
Tis not true that names do not at first hurt,
hurled like stones they attempt to hit the soul
like sticks striking to break psyche bones.
Tis the brave soul that faces real truth,
that those who fling utterances of dung
are best disregarded, since their souls...
Are mere dried sticks useful only as firewood.
6/8/12
6/7/12
6/6/12
Midday At The Oasis
A place our horses and we may rest...
Waiting out the afternoon heat by cool water in the shade.
Waiting out the afternoon heat by cool water in the shade.
6/5/12
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