on the swollen swail....
All in all
We are grateful for a break
in the incessant downpours
a long black cloud resembling a
train treks across my path
and I start humming an
old Crosby, Stills and Nash song:
"Would you know we're riding on the Marrakesh Express?
Would you know we're riding on the Marrakesh Express?
They're taking me to Marrakesh
All aboard the train, all aboard the train"
I laugh and try to catch up to
David's daddy long legs
cycling down Perry Street
You summed it up beautifully,
Sonya Ki
I love it and our earth, too.
Ron