Day 281 - Thought

Day 280 - Scrap - Fine Day

A fine day, 

Warm winds nestled like birds in corners

Of sleeping buildings.

Women sprang from the pavement

Like poses on a first spring day.

We drank coffee on tree lined street,

The kind in photos of old Europe,

Laughing and debating past noon

About a far off war.

Day 279 - Note Book Poem

All night sadness drifts

Behind my eyes

Like tattered clouds across the sky

I think of reaching out -

How lovely the earth at night

My mind run away

Like a reel of old film

Across many continents,

Where horses jump through dreams

In a flash of light

And an engine weaves through darkness

On cold steel rails

And the ocean turns upon itself

Rising and falling

Like my chest in the darkness

Of an empty room.

My mind gone blank

Like the first darkened theatre

At the birth of cinema

Day 278 - Street

Day 279 - Invisible Man