knowing not but skyscrapers and neon lights
bustling streets, crowded buses and trains,
grumbling, moaning zombies in frantic frenzy,
painfully trudging after time,
i come to Blueberry Hill Road to breathe
with towering trees swaying
against the blue, blue sky,
chirping birds heard from dawn to dusk,
buzzing bees, flirting butterflies,
crawling winged lovers
romancing blooms of all kinds,
scampering deer, squirrels, rabbits...
then time stands still and gives me
unfathomable immortality...
jamison/05/01/08
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