nature
Doing nothing, nothing doing
sitting here, expressively doing nothing no hearing aids in, so there is a big silence, anything the wind brings echoes off in a distance. eyes closed, bits of sunlight flutter in multitudes of openings between thousands of leaves, fluorescent green, summer, Big Leaf Maple leaves, on the inside of my closed lids, the leaf shadows …
Walk Poem
Early morning Short Walk In the Fog Through Balboa Park