. . . the coastline is spotted with breakers
sunset you touching transparent leaves
standing at the edge
Inca of the North
kiss the sun forms to quench our thrust . . .
The Page
give me open roads
new terrain,
under this vast blue sky
are all manner of varity
that sameness breeds indifference
is a truth,
I’ll not grow stale in my father’s footsteps.
I’ve a life to nurture & develop,
a style all my own to grow!
Copyright 2005 njTare
