New fire pit, Sunday night
In the rest swirling. Handfuls of wishes tossed in the air. Heady without focus. No direction flowing. Up. No direction flowing. Down. Forming vortex without space. Filled with emptiness between the stardust. Grandiose unformed with potential rising. Going somewhere by happenstance. Giving. Living. Hope by hoping. Not knowing. Hindrance of the haziness discovered tumbling ‘round. No real impediments except uncertainty disregarded. Forward flowing. Upward spinning. Free form filled with nothing. Gyrating to the new. Going up nor down nor ever filling formless end.
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New fire pit, Sunday night

Author: Gerry

I welcome you to Sonomabuzz. I am Gerry La Londe-Berg. This started as a blog and immediately morphed into a poetry site. I started as a person and eventually morphed into a poet (among other things).

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