August 27, 2009


© Fernon

The smell of petrol fills the air as we putter off to the next destination.  Not far now, but far enough that eternity seems short.  The golden man on the corner glances, I smile as we part.  Hills here are vast and endless covered with lands that produce things that we all need, want, desire.  The path to get there lined with stems that hold the birds and cast their shade to keep the beneath cool.  Multitude of colors  fill the hillside and create the dreams that seep into the holes to pass us through to the other side.  Getting no where fast...

Sooner or later

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