Sleepy day, some ambition. Happy to have my truck back. Lets call it what it is when we are so bonded to transportation........Freedom.......So lets drink to that... Waiter another round of tea please.

Now for a work in progress so they say....whomever "they" are...  This is a little
different but I like it. I was going to try it in Haiku but there was too much to tell

The Island 



City street.

asphalt, lined in

brick, steel and mortar

Soulless buildings disgorge

streams of life while

phantoms slide along the

panes of glass...

reflections only promising life

Raucous echos, from the brick, 

strum the wires feeding

glaring lights

.....and there it hangs

single, golden-brown.....

The last leaf clinging to life

now sleeping

In the turmoil of man...

an island of beauty

to rest my eyes upon

ccd Nov. 2011