The Very Air …

Last night, after dancing, laughter,

Connections became passion –

Not yet to be mistaken for commitment –

Between strawberry-blush skies

And a succession of

Blueberry and ash ridges.

This morning

The coffee bites,

There’s salt in the wind, and

The very air has an edge.

 

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Big Apple Come-Down

Ghost-blonde, in green,

There, then not

In this Babel state-of-mind tower:

Brought in, carried away

By trader winds.

Is this how life goes by:

Vertical sections

Crumbling to dust

As a billion pilgrims

Walk by, not knowing

Their own moon

Is fast-falling?

Thanks …

About to eat, go to bed, get up, climb into a car to travel to an airport and fly towards a Big Apple.

Will be away and off-line for the next two weeks because of these plans, maybe longer depending on inspiration and energies.

But wanted to say a big thanks to all who have paid any attention whatsoever to my posts and thoughts.

A journey from N.Y. via points south to Washington D.C feels like it could be great.

Hope to be back soon.

Strength and patience to your blogging muscles.