Darkness. Of road ahead… Both of us stumbling.
Crawl. In the sun… Caterpillar.
Beer. Varied tastes… New visions.
Same trail. Finding new joy… In the known.
Mountain trail. Can’t. Get away… Darn technology.
Empty stare. At Flatirons… Quite alright.
Silence. Finding peace… In nothing else.
Stare. Across the floor… Nothingness.
Sm:)e. From across table… Yet homeless.
Moon. In it’s fullness… New madness.
Suddenly. Nothing… Else.
Moonlight. In it’s shadow… Dream lost.
Spring cold. Letting it go… Bare cherry blossoms
Sunshine. In its glare… Flatirons shine
Lone. My trip… Same road.
Saturday afternoon. No where to go… But within
Purple. The shifting lights reveal… New darkness
Deck. Suddenly white. Passing storm.
50 years plus. Neighbor’s tree… Gone in a flash
Crystals. My skin feels… Spring rain.
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