Wednesday, 7 September 2016

Walking down the street - poem

Walking down the street
Grateful again
For the colours of the flowers and the trees

In a traditional English café in Levenshulme
With a huge slab of Amethyst
Oh my!
The energy is still there.

Kind of flirting
With the transsexual woman
Welcoming me to the new church

Touched by such simple and small things
On my way to oblivion
But living as much as I can
In the moment
With what is in front of me