Twas a great summer ... relaxing with loyal dogs and friendly friends ... ...loving up my handsome because loving is what I do best ... day tripping and may be flipping .... To push the spring of spirit into the pool .... A little creation to keep the tip of my soul sharp ... a little play to keep music in my harp .... Later gator always reminds of the endings with no beginning .... And the distance between love and far .... Not unlike the distaste between thought it was and really is ... The season has come to fall into productivity .... Some have a monkey in their heart squeezing the broken pieces .... Recycle, reuse, reduce ... the mantra of survival ... Rake together the drifting dryness of echoes that won’t die and make a great big pile .... Because if I can’t play in the leave’s I surely won’t know how to play in the stays. Twas a great summer for this long term runner. youtu.be/1_O_T6Aq85E
Posted on: Tue, 02 Sep 2014 14:20:46 +0000