dancing lost oceans
the sea angels
remember
Stanzas and Sayings
is ocean a poem
i think so
containing as it does
ebb
and flow
and longing
not to mention that sheer primeval swoosh
and breeze
how about breeze
of course
freedom in one word
Neysay
I bought an arab flute
it brings me joy
dreams me away
on drifting sounds
its not a mirage
my flute
my joy
a piece of somewhere else
a peace of somewhere else
peace in my small universe
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Questions we don’t ask
Questions We Don’t Ask.
There is talk of things returning to normal.
Great.
The privileged will rule, own two homes and pollute the Planet with spot-free SUV’s.
The elderly and disabled will sit alone, and sometimes in their own pee, →