I remember you,
our hands travelling
and my thirst burning.
Leaning into the
late afternoon.
I send you my blues eyes.
A flash like my soul,
and my lips to follow.
Most awesome in the
cooler season.
Stories to tell
A Wandering Poet
As I walk around I like to record what I experience. Through poetry, ideas and thoughts I hope I can share some of these experiences with you.
A Wandering Poet 