I am the distance

I am the distance from here
to a beach somewhere
between the Tropic of Cancer
and the Tropic of Capricorn
a palm tree in a polar region
cherry blossoms ‘round the equator

there was a tune on the radio
there was a certain urgency
the way the day bled rays
into possible tomorrows
it was a clear creature’s dance
on black and white keys

old man nostrils at fast spring
dogs running wild
there’s such sweetness
in the ability to say this
and remember
I did one fine spring day




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2016-05-01 at 19:17

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Kathy Lockhart
Awe yes the sweetness of the freedom of thoughts beyond limits and the ability to express them as such. wonderful images dancing.
2016-05-05