at the gate

 

sometimes it is very quiet in the city

never entirely quiet

 

but neither is it entirely quiet in the country

on a sunday morning

 

in the city   without the trash collectors

and with the traffic reduced

 

one can lie in bed and pretend

you're on the ocean   on a huge ocean liner

 

going to italy or tierra del fuego

or imagine flying like a condor over these california hills

 

i don't usually imagine such things

but i'm trying

 

my rote daydreams have grown tired from overuse

i'm becoming a traveler

 

 





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Written on 2020-01-16 at 05:18

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