Morning Walk
Almost born away—
I fly by champagne clouds,
waking poetry
of morning’s moist perfumed breeze.
Angel voices celebrate the universe,
time slows. . .lingers
for one smile
Delaware Rive, Red Bank Battlefield, September
I visited the Oracle yesterday, but I didn’t have a chance to post this. She was in rare form though. I feel like she was ready to give me many more.
