1.Like ideas
life is un-possessed
2.
a rolling flow of shade switching glow
3.
Aqusition of a vision I can imagine
my trip west
7 weeks on an epic quest
to be home by fathers day!
In the place where I was born
Alberta, also raised. I headed
out though when time came
but part of my heart remained
And so I'll go back home
again to the crown of
my life the edge of the great plains!
10.The sun is laying gold onto everything there is
yet while its sinking gives us glow, with its sinking it must go
and all though this man and scene are to be parted
he will always have his boat
a walking man who has not been fed, longs to
sit upon the water, but sits upon the shore instead,
because even though a ships not there, a sail can
be raised.
He notes the waves are lapping lightly, as if
carried in a pail, and share diamonds from the
sun, white reflections rare and spread out to
the distant shore where trees appearing pint
sized stand afoot a turtles shell.
Now reeds to the west rustle like a
hushing mother who's pursed lips blow
air across our water, moving moisture like
fabric rolled between your finger and your
thumb. He lets his shirt and hair be
played with, and be loved. While this moisture,
like a forest, cleans his lungs
and
now the sun is laying gold onto
everything there is, and while its sinking
gives the glow, it appears that this man and scene
must be parted, for on with sinking it will go,
but during NOW, he will always have a boat
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