Wednesday, June 22, 2011


Road trip south
From Briz
The river
The Art
Streets and buses
A bed and breakfast
Strawberry, coffee, juice
Noodles, soy and wine
Walk home up the hill
Short of breath
But not conversation
Talked about our childhood
What went wrong with me?
Summer again
Warmth of place and space
Left early
Found our way of map
and patience
Motorway 3, then 1
A paradise with a moving tree
Americana everywhere
Authenticity nowhere
Except in our open disdain
Our hour was up
We pulled away
To live another day
South again
Eggs, avocado and tomatoes
fuel for a burning heart
Radio and passing cars
We found our way to the Bay
Another bed
Another breakfast
Another day...

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