Sonnet 23

This sweet morning, Little Running
Horse and I escape in a down wealth,
of raven, luminous, thunder clouds,
surrounded by healing, cool water
like dolphins in a pod of two.
This afternoon I'm off to an
interview hearing a bird chorus
under blue, humid skies wondering
where days and moments will go.
Love what you do.  Forget the ideas -
no money exists in writing poetry,
music, stopping to create ones self.
Blend in, baby, blend in, blend in -
remember to be a dolphin at 54.


Thank you, my sister Sheri, for 
your two word change suggestion,
that I thought was brilliant here.
You and Mom are my best critics!