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We sit in a little cafe
run by latter-day hippies
with hand thrown crockery
thick and imperfect
dancing with color
plants hang
in macrame slings
I finger the three-tined fork
as you gaze at me
through the coffee’s steam

It’s time for an adventure
I spread the map

 

I think this still needs some fiddling.

Classic 55

joan eagle2Photo by Joan Filla

Hiking
Brady’s Bluff today
steep steps mark the way
others have gone before me.
It is timeless 
yet new
 
This spring greening
is like the first day
in Elysium,
the breeze
straight from the mouth of Zeus
 
I swear the eagle
flying slow, sad circles
overhead
is Daedalus
looking for his boy

Here is a 55+ for the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads for Day three of National Poetry Month, where some hearty souls are writing 30 poems in 30 days. Today we were asked to write 55 words, with the plus being a classical theme.  The picture was taken today by my talented sister-in-law,Joan Filla, during our hike.