The internet cafe is closing in two minutes
nothing much to say except
the world is full
and wide open and joyful
challenging
but good for me
and the dream still
being conjured
I love the sound of the
night quiet
or rushing with the clatter of heart
being open
I will be in New York in one day
in Jamaica in two
see you when I chance
to rumble in your
neck of the proverbial
woods
kisses
from the cold front
of my mother's home
Till such time
as warrants the meeting of our flesh
Staceyann
Posted by staceyann at December 27, 2004 02:38 PM