curling iron forge
masked motives incinerate
reach new thoughts, higher
This was my evening, days ago. I burned every stick and autumn leaf along with left over wood from long-ago projects, saved for years in the garage, for those just-in-case chances we needed a piece of 2×4. Indiana is soon to be in my rear-view mirror. Friends will be left behind. I hope Boston treats me well.
Musings Photography Poetry counsel dreamscapes friendship goodbye Indiana grief haiku hello Boston hope journey listening well love meaning of life mental well-being moving on peace philosophy playing with words spontaneous poetry this writing life who am I