i dream of distant
open seas
where troubles flee
on balmy breeze,
but i’m too tangled
in the trees
to reach those
easy shores~
i wake and wonder
why it seems
my own subconscious
often schemes
to educate me
in my dreams
with simple
metaphors
–photo by me
schooled serpents spell out
their sibilatory sounds
with strings of esses
–photo by me
i putt along
i’m easy rider
on my chopper
the path falls
i’m hagrid
with baby harry
a steep hill
i’m sisyphus
forever pushing
a sharp turn
i’m mario
at the indy 500
back home
just me again
on my bicycle
–photo by me
when immovable
obstacles obscure our view
of peaceful waters
we must chip away at them
until they’re sandy beaches
–photo by me
–photo by me
sometimes dawn lounges
in her nebulous nightgown
neglecting her chores
–photo by me
Bigly winner. Biglier liar. Bigliest loser.
