Round the Corner

The simple smell

Can trigger so many memories

Roasting coffee

In Williamsburg

Takes me to years

On the road

So fresh and clean

Yet Smokey and full

The roast roars our into the air

Aggressive

And bringing back

Memories of good times

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Day to Be

The coming days to be

Letting go of what was familiar to

You and me

A city

A life

For bigger and better

Discoveries and journeys

Letting go

While others hold so tight

That they squeeze the life

Out of the joy

Thy love

And love left

It will be

Goodnight City

Fears and hope

All mixed together

In on moment

Of letting go

Growing Up

Not growing old

Ride the train home

When the timing is just right

So the doors will open and

Step into the night

The Manhattan Strut

Water collections

Puddles

That can potentially by cars

Keep clear of inch deep waters

Splashing from others

Falling items

Birds

Traffic

Others

Walk

The tight rope

Walk on thin ice

Manhattan Strut

In the reins of winter

Staying clear

Of the hazards

How I have learned from others

My own follies

Tried and true

Walking in the rain

I’ve learned to get through

The Laundromat – 5 Below

Was it worth leaving

As I watched the washing machine

Spin

Spin

It was only 25 minutes

A brisk walk at best

Then have to head right back

Nah

I’ll just stay

It’s only 5 degrees

Too cold for a walk

Spin

Which cycle now

Water sloshes from side to side

I’m glad I chose to rest

I’ve been pretty tired

Busy day at the laundromat

Sunday morning

I think it almost done

It would have had to have been a quick walk

But I am glad I stayed

Return Enter

Escape the fray

Sprawling traffic

On sun baked streets

Of LA

Oceanside

With loaded garbage pales

On my mind

Outside the loop

Unsaid training stations

Headed west for

Western libations

Return enter

To the western end

Sip of coffee

LA blend

On the ocean beauty

Return to the feeling

Soothing

Delays in Night

Delayed

Unfettered display

Of reckless disregard

On guard

Words with no meaning

Indecisive

Backward leaning

Back in the night

When the sun lies low

That is where the weak prosper

The forbidding go

Be Gone Bygone

Be gone

Bygone era

Let go

Of the past 

Open a new future

I want not vintage and old

I want to grow up 

New 

Refresh 

Let go

The Lake Lays

The lake lays

Awake

While we sleep

Lapping waves

On the shores

Of the Indiana shores

With dunes and beaches

Summer will evaporate 

While the lake lies

Awaits a new summer

In a deep winter freeze 

Aches and Pains

Aches and pains

Strange held hands

In a cold rain

Under red skies

Under falling leaves

In a lake 

Not a sea

The aches and pains

Cities and lanes

Riding in the cars 

Remain the same