CHRYSALIS

A Poem by MICHAEL

CHRYSALIS

There is danger in writing

of the misty past

Distorted, blurred images

but the power lasts

Coos Bay in the midnight rain

Six hundred miles in one day

Pacific alone

Not far from Lewis and George

One light on main

Strange wooden bench

Jack Daniels in my fist

Toasting freedom and the road

© 2008 MICHAEL

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Author

MICHAEL

INDIANAPOLIS, IN

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Male, 58, currently single. Government clerk in Indianapolis. Ex-hippie(well that's an oxymoron). Music and writing are my interests. Play pool pretty good, was a hustler in my youth.Play guitar and s.. more..

Writing

INNOCENCE