my island October 2, 2019 a poet's playground, evocative muse, meditation relaxation my sanctuary my solitude no distractions no conversations no wake no sleep merely my heart my breath my soul’s content
autumn walk stream woke up fell out of bed it wasn’t the old man’s snoring because it wasn’t raining & pouring grabbed a book and sang a song not the one Lennon wrote so long long ago think it belonged to Bud once in a while will you