3 Hours

honey bear trees

a dying woman

plaid sleeping bags

paperwork to harvest

bus stops for exchanges

the call of crows



a closed window brings peace



to the right

lost in work
steps leading on
momentary frustrations
melt away and are gone

everyday searching
looking for clues
trying to find the path
leading to you

moments of realization
bits of clarity had
messing with the vibrations
adjusting the settings, sometimes good
sometimes bad

learning always
pushing through
to find the dreams
that lead me to you