On The Way Poem by Florence A Clark

On The Way

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On the Way

So love
keeps bumping me along,
like an old bus
grinding up the highway,
with the past asleep on my shoulder,
missing the moon,
and the deepening dark,
the spangled river's sobbing,
the still rushing sense
of a breathless journey
to someone waiting
in Time.

Wednesday, January 31, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: love and life
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
On a bus, going to visit my son in the Colorado mountains,1979
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Chinedu Dike 01 February 2018

Beautiful rendition of words nicely encapsulated from the heart. Lovely and very passionate. Thanks for sharing Florence.

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Florence A Clark

Florence A Clark

Palo Alto, CA
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