Sequence 1

Miles Ahead

not being here
it
never entered my mind

all blues
as the stars fade
into new days

stockholm
where were you
when i was young

if i were a bell
the world
would ring forever

stuff
and the riff
on the last riff

early morning
after
b e er s h i t s

building
colors on frozen sand
northern lights

human nature
the delicate touch of
whatever comes my way

clay pigeons
feeding them
anyway

knowing
nothing
the flight of birds

First published in:  moongarlic E-zine!