Monday, May 25, 2009



No job….

sitting at a table, outside,

in perfect weather, a drink,

a smoke, music, the wisdom

of the world at my computer

fingertips,  verdant green and

bougainvillea rainbow, no mind

chatter.       Stillness...


absolutely still…

absolutely possible



a crowded street in Chicago,

a slaughter house in Timbuktu,

at the Superbowl….


If you can’t get past survival

in all it’s forms,  you’ll never

make the Pros.


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