What's Next
Sitting in the wait,
Front of the keyboard of making it happen.
Fingers challenged by love of many new friends.
In life,
Who would of guessed I end up right here.
From my heart,
Opening that treasure chest of hidden gold sparkling thoughts,
Just for you out there.
You know,
The other side of the inter-speck.
Cyber-space,
Go figure.
Never mind,
Count the numerous of blessings encouragement.
Smiling of wonder;
Tucson Poet can never keep reminding me of my years,
"Cursed Golden Television!"
Yes,
Now it will be Deja Vu of black & White classics,
"Remember Mark!"
"Age!"
Her laughter waves travel across the plains.
Than the other,
I stepped outside this morning,
Numerous into the countless crying,
"Surly this is the end! The sky is falling!"
Don't be silly,
And Don't call me surly.
Just airborne pens from a friend.
But in the millions?
Got to have a talk with her about this!
So I ponder on the charity thoughts of new friends.
You're lost in the reading?
I don't blame you I would be to,
And I am in happiness.
As I sit here waiting to write,
What's next?
Bathing in moments to come with new friends.
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