Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Back from Vermillion.... onto Kansas...a poem

Short. wet. wondering summer.
The real sets in,
with its rooms and movements.
Fast migration and new interaction.
I will return once more to a state of organization.

Enjoying for a time the space between responsibilities.
Now is the time, saying goodbye to the places I already have left.

Almost old news, I miss you already.

1 comment:

  1. I love your poetry. Some of your lines just hit home so perfectly. We should hang out soon!