For St Pete
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it's like a haiku poem :)
Everywhere is walking distance if you have the time...
'first name'_'last name'@mac dot com
it's like a haiku poem :)
Posted by Brian Doucet at 10:35 AM 1 comments
I woke up one morning,
opened my eyes,
and blinked… and blinked again.
The sun peeked at me
through the same
east-facing window.
I blinked again,
and lay looking
at the same sun.
Everyday it greeted me,
never a change
in its warmth.
My heart kept me laying… blinking.
It was beating fine,
a steady beat, a familiar rhythm.
But it was heavy.
It was an anchor, it was lead.
And I was unable to move.
Then I realized…
I was nothing but a dream.
So I closed my eyes,
and woke up,
and ceased to be.
And now the east
has grown dark.
And I'm flying
looking for the sun.
Posted by Brian Doucet at 10:31 AM 1 comments
When summers seemed never-ending,
and ice cream was like little angel kisses
straight from heaven…
When shoes and shirts were optional,
and hours were spent crawling in a field of wildflowers
looking for four-leaf clovers and lady bugs.
Or just laying on my back watching the clouds
make animal shapes as they drifted
across the pale blue summer sky.
Holding tightly to a coil of string
legs crossed, breeze drying my sweat
and watching a kite dance for me.
When… when...
when did the summers go missing?
I still have that child wonder,
I still have that happiness,
that genuine glee and sparkle
that can be seen
in a child's eyes
when he's given a candy
or going for a cool swim.
What I don't have
are those summers that
seem never-ending.
The boy remains the same
but his world has changed.
Posted by Brian Doucet at 9:10 AM 1 comments
I just finished grocery shopping. Notice how considerate I am. I returned the empty shopping cart to the shopping cart parking area... Then the mosque man started. I got in my car and put in The Melvins and left... a simple video of contrast.
Posted by Brian Doucet at 12:15 PM 0 comments