Prose of Higher Aspirations

Reality is, I am Homeless still on this Sunday, May 18, 2008

A beautiful, spring season and it is a Hot Day

Me and Me Red Turtle S10 Truck are at

The Work Source Parking lot, at 1300 Sylvan Way, Bremerton.

I listen to NPR and Prairie Home Companion.

I wrote this for of my ex non girlfriend girlfriend and I think of love poems to write,

Or Quatrains of Rumi & Zoroastrian traditions.

Or Passionate Persian Ghazels with refrains.

I choked and spat out a swig of my two liter diet Pepsi.

Because of a sonnet of an old wife's love of words she said

she whispered into her husband's deaf ear.

Long Living Lovers Old farmers in Indiana.

(I tearfully write), Those Sonnets will also best my best

and dare I say Will Shakespeare's too.

We will always aspire for Higher.
Her lesson so clear, tenderly and humorously, taught,
Life, Love is near then we think.

In front of you. you only need breath.