Archive for the ‘Sojourning’ Category


the Great Dwindler,
is not lazy,
never tires,
sustains its pernicious assault
against the aging man.

~ ~ ~


Was that the wind
A tempest blew,
Or ‘stead,
Vestiges of my life
Gone whooshing by?

~ ~ ~

The Train

The train,
a majestic beast,
yet so subtle its lure.

(I love the train)


I am a sojourner
having thinned my soles
’tween the youthful vigor of the warm Pacific
and the cold awakening of the Atlantic,
and I am weathered, fit of wear,
sufficiently rounded to 
ply my strides where now I walk
amidst the soothing souls.

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