With sauced goose and deviled ram.
We are so headstrong when our dreams are unfastened from reality.
Left my heart there long ago.
Like they are whitewater rafting through the silver screen.
Alone on time’s highway…
Your boot prints in virgin snow.
Blessed God hewed figurines.
Clothes pins gripping dungarees.
All the women walk along Waikiki Beach like models on a runway.
Sometimes it is best to provide no feedback at all.