Posted in California, Life, Poetry, Prose

A Wandering

I went a wandering
atop a mountain
when I was young and strong

I went a wandering
along so many meadow paths
chancing a flower moment
not noticing the sun moving
the sky fading to twilight

I went a wandering
along unmarked granite footprints
gasping the air thinning
new horizons opening for my eyes

I went a wandering
where I met a change in me
never to be forgotten
despite the years that have

gone a wandering as well….

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My profile might reflect who I am, what I think and why I write what I do. My profile might just reveal the inner workings of a deranged mind, a helpless soul, and a self-destructive way of living. Don't worry. I'm OK. I've just lost sight of my little sister in the evening clouds....

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