Tuesday, July 28, 2009

...amore sciocco

....
I get by with a little bit of help.
Let it be,...
moments of truth,
amazing delicacies,
the warmth of sunshine,
the unmistakable smell of the bay,
or,
distractions.

Still,
every morning
I rise to,
every corner
I turn about,
every afternoon
I sail through,
every shell
I bend down for,
every dusk
I salute to,...
a soft angst lingers on.

Sometimes
I like to call it
some soft angst,...
hence,
zest for life.

After all,
wouldn't you say
life
is a flavor to savor.
yeah?


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