Freer than me; but how free am I?
with a sigh, I remain on high,
for a time at least,
untilthe great feast.
...
The breakers fall in the sea one by one.
The ones on the end I cant see anymore:
covered by the speckled waves of the swell.
A shoal of shells fall down into the breaker,
...
Why did I not do well in the begining?
when I had so much going.My treadmill
was working in escolation: my thoughts in rhymn.
...
I stood on the road at first
watching the great waves
fall over each other in a foam.
The grey tormented sky racing
...
A dandelion rising strong through a crack in the path,
looking strangely wrath;
with a spikey head of yellow,
queer fellow!
...