Botanic Adventure

  The cicada chorus reminds me I am a long way from where used to call home The stickiness of the atmosphere envelopes In the shade, the breeze is cooling and pleasant Yet Exposed you are only seconds before the onset of sunburn The tranquility of a fountain dims the senses but only temporarily  ... Continue Reading →

To be somewhere

To be somewhere with salt in the air A bracing sea breeze, fresh in the face To walk the docks as the fishermen return To be somewhere real, outside of pretense   To be somewhere ancient with dust in the air Clothed in history, shrouded in mystery To walk the streets as the elders converse... Continue Reading →

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