white water dreams
or just rain drops falling cold
walk with me
across a morning's light
sips of an ancient call
window wind
inhaling air
with words
never really there
mirrors
as shattered ice
just wet across my eyes
a trace
upon a clock face
in dance a rhyme
even when
i couldn't perceive her
or believe her
with her salt water reason
woman without a season
as rain on a cloudless day
stands across from this
nowhere man
with highway sand in his shoes
walking
the walking man's blues
Questions, unquestioned discoveries, and answers in parable and rhyme…. This collection records a journey starting with a 1960s retrospective and the first man on the moon, moving to a new millennium welcomed in with a terrorist spin, family crises,
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