Over tops of misty mounts.. trails through clouds of steam.. to the next.. curve in the road.. fate to meet your dream..
Found you beautiful this morning.. more so than the last.. when you kissed the sky today.. accepted well the past..
Childlike light.. bright-eyed tight sense the newest stage.. yours alone in scene a center for your timely page..
On the road.. to trade a load of wood posts for a fence.. Pop is gonna put one up.. gophers got no sense..
On to streets of madness yet in time they hold it true.. wisdom from this one time.. only known to you..
Creeping crash a flash of trash years drift fears others said.. your dreams set move in a plan.. sent down from your head..
Wooden cart and ox named Bart and time to set in heart.. your good plan for the money man.. at ‘Mom and Pop’s’ Home Mart..
Take a moment species brother.. sister as you pass.. have a care to honor that child in the looking-glass..
Thought.. ‘he is Muslim.. fasting for thirty days.. I asked him if this discipline was brought around with consideration for the 40 hour work week and all it implies.. he replied.. ‘no.. this came down long ago’.. my first reply was.. ‘keep yourself.. keep your head’.. then a quick advisory about vitamins.. minerals.. and electrolytes.. he was going home for 2 hours sleep after praying at his place of worship all night.. before going to work seven days a week at his store..
hold the loft and other ‘brain trust items’ together my friend’..