467

Through this dark and winding canyon, the plain lights below, vast and open, infinite directions to move outward.

466

Sir, your country is quite beautiful, and I am honored to be passing through. Best wishes.

465

That final chapter done, he closed the book, rubbed it kindly, laid it down, then stood and left the room.

464

I try to be "Poet of the Day," but Life intrudes. That damned brat always wants attention!

463

On and off, on and off, strobe-light brain blinks from day to day, hour to hour, minute to minute. Let it be light or darkness – for once!

462

Of the many things he carried, anger weighed most, exhausting like nothing else. But when he laid it down, he felt a little ... aimless.

461

Write sucky paper. Get on with life. No one will ever know.

460

The cat's midnight aria bemoans its daily groveling before the loud, smelly ape-folk, singing, "Oh, for tuna!"

459

Past a field of wild sunflowers are sunflowers painted on a house side. Who is the artist?

458

Instructions: Breathe. Look. Breathe. Consider. Breathe. Act. Breathe. Repeat.

457

Old mesquite sways in the settled gray of evening; chilled jazz quiets the air, cools the humid brow.

456

Nothing would ever change – ever! – and the uniformed, faceless days marched by. Then, one morning – the unexpected!

455

In the peaceful Easter hours, shrimp stew simmers, Handel praises God.

454

Here's a plan: Do nothing and see what happens.

453

Goldilocks was hopping beds but didn't use protection. She's in a box, dead from pox. ... That's something for reflection.

452

Misty morning heat presses the resaca shore – the birds cannot rise!

451

Tasks are listed, plans are set, focus keen with firm intent. Time! Time to work! ... But just real quick I'll surf the net.

450

There goes a word ... and another ... and ... what was I saying? ... Oh, yes! Another! I'm focused like a pillow crushing an ant.

449

Green St. Augustine - cool, fresh-mowed beneath bare soles - and the airy sea is softly brushed by palms.

448

What's a gathering in the Valley without sweet bread? Someplace I don't want to be, that's where.

447

Today I have seen, again, the ugliness of the human soul, and when I die I won't be leaving much behind.