The Journey


I wandered lonely down the hill
Past trees, porcupines , deer and hawks
Brushing off competition’s fangs …

Gathered prompts
Scribed poems
Posted rhymes

Winced at criticism
Stumbled on sand
Washed the dust away

Found Hutchinson Lane;
Open hearted journey.

Pattern # 51: Vista

John DeLoca in Brazil

John DeLoca in Brazil

Sure-footed, knees fast,
eyes down-cast: focused far-wide
see space, sight divine.

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