Posted in Prose California

Shattered

The quiet
of the morning
shattered by my outward
freeway thoughts
cars racing, heavy traffic
rivers rushing, trees
where woodpeckers worked
where rubber met asphalt, squealing
the crispness of the morning air
inhaling diesel, the exhaust choking

The morning breeze
wafting higher than my thoughts
the first light of sun
dancing across the treetops
a twig breaks, leaves flutter
my heart skips a beat…..

My inward wilderness
thoughts
grace the otherwise noisy
images
of my freeway
imagination

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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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