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closed gate -- open road
closed gate -- open road
not come to an end this hike
gate behind me closed
stepped onto the road
without being swept away
--trick of all tricks--
jumped that freight at
three AM
headed west
never looked back
nothing there -- but
door locked and barred
behind the gate
a house but not a home
there -- nothing left to learn
but how to burn
soon come that test -- that date --
pyre can wait
another day
for this flesh
this mind -- still curious
these hands yet have work to do
eyes not finished looking
feet still wish to ramble
look for me
when you see me
don't bother knocking
just walk in
here's no gate to pass
no doors to lock
'tis a house that is a home
cerca de la playa seré
near the beach I will be
speaking to my ocean dear.
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Comments
Victorclaude
Fri, 2010-12-10 08:51
Thank you, Jayne.
Thank you, Jayne.
Enjoy the quiet between the raindrops.
Love,
Victor
"When a pickpocket meets a holy man all he sees are his pockets."
Unknown (at least to me)
Victorclaude
Sat, 2010-12-11 10:46
Rosina,
Rosina,
Autobiographical to be certain, except for jumping the freight train. Life is such a trip!
Thanks,
Victor
"When a pickpocket meets a holy man all he sees are his pockets."
Unknown (at least to me)