Can it be a dream?
Can you live just for one moment?
The garden is one small garden
Cultivate it together.
I am folding the umbrella
When I remember
I am not able to get your phone
number or your address
The rain erases stains
And footprints, a day’s memory.
How do strangers meet again?
note: I just finished reading Voltaire’s Candide.
note: What I saw in my walk to the river.
They gather, the black birds,
choir singing, like happy children playing.
The birds perch and fly away
then return on the tree
under a cloudy sky
I’m with friends drinking and wine
tasting chardonnay and pinot noir.
It’s Friday afternoon.
a golden path under a blue sky
passing through a vineyard in autumn
a woman riding a horse.
Life is an art in progress
We are trying to create a masterpiece
One inch at a time.
The night exults flow of ideas
Moon celebrates the darkness
Her imagination roams the sky
Cold morning, chattering teeth
Body bundled in layers
Sun shines shedding the warm ups, sweaters
We go to acorn to oaks, planting project
In a public park
A lot come and leave happy