Facing Forward, Pursuing Progress
Sun set a while ago
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p style=”font-family:’Helvetica Neue’, Arial, sans, sans-serif;”>Freed from sunlight’s care
This wretchedly wet day
Dankest dreariness
Spring’s misery
Exceeding the expectations
Of even Eeyor
In the afternoon
A warm cup of tea helps me
Make it through the gloom
Fear is dangerous
Pulling us into dark rage
And compassion lost
Sunlight’s going strong
Though the day is closing out
Still time to go bikev
High clouds greet the morn
Birds call, seemingly calmer
More subdued, perhaps
Sound absorbed by clouds
Gray skies soothe me, though
Relieved of garish sunlight
Reflecting on change
How economics push us
Some times, push us down
“I don’t do email.”
How does one function this way?
Resisting progress?
Today I’m remembering
Dreamy winters night’s
Near the coast of Oregon
A steady rain falling
Drinking coffee with friends
Jazz plays from a small radio
Voices of friends faded
Some returned to dust
This time so many ago
Many rains have washed away
The memory dusty not gone
Betwix books & sunbeams
Motes of dust glide like stars
Drifting amongst dreams
And the dreamers who dream