
the moon almost full
lighting up washed out contrail
could it be a star

the moon almost full
lighting up washed out contrail
could it be a star

start of the commute
will I be home before dark
traffic helps the sun
downtown skyline looms
sunbeams from behind grey clouds
all things are passing
just after sunrise
walker with all belongings
my life’s not so bad

one step at a time
living each day as it comes
cherishing each one