purple cone flower  
I was
looking back

over the last few years,
perhaps you will say now that it wasn't good...
none of it was as you wished...
as it turns out...

and all I will be able to say is...I didn't know, there was no reference, no book
in which to read
to teach the how of this
kind of nothinking way of moving in the dark

funny how things turn out the way they do
it is hot and
I am drinking cold coffee and eating
frozen fruit

reading and watching thousands of images
step throught my mind oneaftertheother
dragging lines of old poems after them

all the while
wondering if anyone has written a love song

and wishing it would rain.

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