Posted in California, Life, Prose


Would that I had

a Mountain at hand

to purge the City out of my body

and mind,


The sweat ran down

my face and such, that all life’s ills

rained upon the ground, purifying and purging

the life that I had been knowing,


I looked up

to the lofty heights

and lo how my mind did soar

with the birds alight…



Just an American lost in Denmark. The past few weeks being back in the good old USA. It is like Aliens have taken over my mind, changing it from what I knew to what I know. It might be the heat, or it might be the influence of hearing English 24 hours a day, but whatever the cause, it is only temporary while dealing with this time and space.

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