the city was never so quiet

Sigh...
enjoy it while it's  
still a novelty... (((H))) Ely

even the buskers have moved
on from their incessant playing of
here comes the sun ..

if I never hear another
Peruvian flautist...playing
"I'd rather be a hammer than a nail"
on the Malecón...(Pier/waterfront park)

I think it will go on for a long while, Paul.
This will become the summer that wasn't .


hugs,
buddhakitty.

the winter of discontent looks
pretty good, looking back ..

your style is as fresh
and soothing as the
air these moments out-
side keep us grounded

the air is the most vital thing
we have, and we've been fucking it
up for years ..

I always enjoy the entwinement of of your meanings, Paul.

everything starts out as one thing and ends
up as another    ..

That is life in a poem, Paul.

The sky is bluer here in the countryside

we're all bluer ..         :)