freedom

Poem: Set Free

What if you were locked in prison for years Where you could only Hope and imagine and dream What you could do What it would be like To be free. Then, what if, you were finally released and set free, Free to really live. Where do you live now?

Poem: Flying Through the Night (photo)

Pedaling my bike Sailing through pools of street light Flying through the night – About the poem: I wrote this poem in May. Now, the weather is so hot and humid, you feel sticky just walking around. But hopping on my bike at night …omigosh, heavenly! Suddenly cool and dry and feelin’ goood!