Wednesday, October 24, 2012


If I was in Italy I would be able to write today
But there are no calm rivers here
No gentle rocking boats
No romance languages
To quote.
In an open savannah
The light warm breeze
Would be the inspiration that I’m missing.
Had I been one of those pretty bugs that danced on water
I would have some adventures to speak of.
I’m just sitting here

So far away from you.