haiku

bourbonbourbon bourbon bourbon --weightless again

inside my headi struggle, i struggle --yet there i find comfort

physicallymentallytrapped in the bedsheets

city sidewalks--people blocking the spring skywith umbrellas

in another lifeshe was a photographerof some renown...

evergreensalways have a head starton Spring

my gardenbelow the groundpreparing to greet me

ten young boyssitting around a campfire--one is terrified

Once the music stopped,he dragged himself from his chairand started to dance.

surf crashessand coats bare feetseagull eats shored clam

well-spent hourscultivating, anticipatingcrabapple blossoms

even wheni can't see the mountaini know it's still there

if i go for a walkwithout my phonedid it really happen?

there have been mountainsin every phase of my life--climbing them has not been optional

startled --awakened by the screamsof my dying youth

after the raina mist hoversin the street

in the streetsome of the holeswinter left behind

in the endall i'll have:i was born, i lived, i died

39 degreesovercast and rainythe sound of damp streets

a walk to the pondleaves me wet but not soaked --glorious drizzle