Taking notice of nothing in particular, listening
quietly to music of Peggy and Neil.
Enjoying the pace and tempo as it steps up along-
side imagination in stride.
Plucking ideas, aligning them with reasons of
imagination and foresight.
Pleasing melodies, justifying interior peace and
serenity.
(11: 03 a.m. - 12/29/10)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem