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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josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Voyage on, my friend.

KYREUS of Sweden The PoetBay support member heart!
A kind of ODYSSEUS, so to say?