Old bus copped a squat. Road gator shreds cling to rims. Those melons won’t roll.
Invisible thread Linking hearts across the miles. Distance, no object.
Spirit draws me in. The path unfolds underfoot. And then the bell tolls.
Under the awning, Lightning crashing, thunder rolls. With family, no storms.
Empty espousals, Sentiments with no backbone. I can see right through.
Unexpected news. The resonance still felt now. The day the world changed.
Nothing left unsaid. A karmic cycle severed. Grace and peace prevail.
Permission granted. Full circle, back to my roots- I am me again!
Going with the flow, No doing, just being- me. Chilled out Saturday.
History repeats. “The Course of Human Events…” Pluto returning.