bridges are so hopeful
Blue Bridge
Potions
Heidi’s cooking oils in colorful bottles
before a bay window with the afternoon
sun’s sparkling reflections.
Tender Ferns
You were here in the time of dinosaurs.
If only we could understand your tall tales
and whispers in the evening wind.
The Mind
the mechanics of a mind
turning rusty with ample time
grinding teeth, fails to find
strings to silence and to bind
Old Doors
magic and memories,
wonder and wizards,
the unexplained and the unexpected,
gold dust and glitter might
live quietly behind old doors
Fog
Sorrow clings like fog
Remembering this moment: shop window in Santa Fe
This Moment inspired by Amanda Blake Soule at soulemama.com
Captured thoughts
There have been times when I’ve been on the other side of:
“Really, I mean, what were you thinking?”
And I am at a loss for words to describe what’s in my mind.
Wild and Free
Wildflowers, I want so much to be wild like you.
Everywhere
I’ve been everywhere, man
I’ve been everywhere
Crossed the desert’s bare, man
I’ve breathed the mountain air, man
Of travel I’ve had my share man,
I’ve been everywhere
Lyrics written by Geoff Mack, 1959
Sung by many fine people, but no one does
it justice like the great Johnny Cash, Unchained, 1996
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