in

The sound of honking not by geese…

If I saw your face again

and

the thought trails off into the

sound of cars pushing

to get there first.

Bumper to bumper

seeking egress and advantage,

as the white gloves dance in the sunlight.

It is hard sometimes not to stop and wonder

to watch the flying glvoes and

in amazement seek the beginning

and then follow that to the end.

Would you know it was happening

if you were not there, then?

See

open the eyes

and remember

the things that

upon

or once

were.

On the road to Harlem

but not in New York.

I remember dancing glvoes

and how easy it is

to lose your way…

What do you think?

4 points
Legend

Written by DocAndersen

I am a long time blogger and technology poster.I focus on what is possible, but I also try to see what is coming. In recent years I have been focused on sharing the memories of my family, as part of my Family History Project.

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