That Morning Walk....
in locomotion ideas unravel
as though
when the feet pedal something
in the forehead pops out
the two walk hand in hand
like friends
the mind on foot towards
an enlightened destination
on a boat of darkness
the sails move out to the open
meeting the light
awed we prostrate on the grounds
of our traditions
we kneel and rise and with open arms
embrace the newness of
each thing each idea like flashes of
the northern lights
in technicolor....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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