OT ~ Welcome to Saturday!
on swinging porch
where tin-dippers and
in cool touches
from hand dug wells.
Good morning good people!
Morning poem: a work-in-progress
Coming, left and right
in cellphone locksteps
by thumbs at night
dancing in pollution from troughs of intoxication
sloshing into streets of blight
in blinking lights
receipts of understanding once demanded
as forests burn
fish remanded to
in salty seas of urbanity
in newfound glee
who's on first
in Nuclear heaven
the moon, the mother, the ice-giver
that burn in Washingtons.
Morning art: very pleased to present the photography of my new friend, Victoria. We share mutual, best friends.
Wild Ponies of Grayson Highlands, a few days hike north from us along the spine of the Appalachian Trail.
We all need a little peace:
a little piano
and, an old Volkswagen bus for mind travel
“A day spent without the sight or sound of beauty, the contemplation of mystery, or the search of truth is a poverty-stricken day; and a succession of such days is fatal to human life.”
~ Lewis Mumford
By 10:30 am, Eastern, i'll be off floating down a four-hour section of the New River where no sight of man obscures today's Autumn view with my eighty-year-old conservative friend who recently purchased a used john-boat just for us; not to worry, i'm guiding.
I'll get back to comments later; hoping everyone has a fruitful and enjoyable Saturday and weekend!