six words hammered into brass

hinged on all 
that was not

scarlet

warmth perched upon october 

nights the nightingale of hours summer song 

and leaves

"Praise and blame, gain 

and loss, pleasure and sorrow 

come and go like the wind. 

To be happy, 
rest like a giant tree 
in the midst of them all." 
[buddha]

splintered yellow

i imagine; it wasn't like this when you looked back

photo credit: chantal 

keep track

train

ride

songs

past

skip

steps

wrong

direction

followed

plans

never

laid
kept

running

walking

under full moon half new

feet touch ground

footsteps tread over numbers 

eyes above stars move

in motion music time seasons

plans rhythm skips

life turns on

track

tracks