The words still hang unspoken,
yet as silent they remain,
they form anew, regrouping to
press again for enunciation.
He feels, he knows he ought to speak;
he knows, he feels, he does not dare.
Haunting, tempting, the words arise
until he forces his thoughts elsewhere.
3 September 2012
LaGuardia
Ghost Ranch
Abiquiu, New Mexico
29 July 2009
Back to the ranch
delicate petals of purple
in various stages of growth.
See you along the Trail.
Filed under Ghost Ranch Views, Photo
I have seen ducks do this.
Again and again.
And I do not understand.
It’s like an Exorcist thing.
Well, maybe it’s a duck physiology thing.
In any case, it amazes me.
1 September 2012
Central Park, New York
I spent much of the afternoon in Central Park.
Music filled the air,
particularly on the Mall.
Soul-filled,
spirit renewing tunes.
These guys were my favorite.
1 September 2012
Central Park, New York
Along the Graybeard Trail 