Wednesday, November 13, 2019

Simple Joys



One of the simple joys of living in the neighborhood is how easily I can go to the Bookstore and on the way back stop at the Bike Shop. This would be a major outing to think about in Honolulu. Oh, by the way it was awfully cold. In Honolulu I would be in shorts.

I don’t belong here,
I’m out of sync with what’s around me.
My Heart doesn’t belong here;
It beats out of time,
 like a drum in the wrong song.
Oh, how I wish for a breeze to find me;

I’d scatter like confetti into the air,
Ending up in one million different places at once.
What a magical escape.

STUFF I’VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT
By 
Alicia Cook

Track Eighty Eight

2 comments:

fish said...

and simple hate ..........

fish said...

two daze baby your time is gonna come ...............
led zeppelin

Snow day

Snow is sprinkling down and the piano fingers sprinkle the key boards in the background. Moody Friday.