Thursday, August 30, 2012

Sol Sistere

Maybe I'll pick up everything and go to Spain
 and eat olives 
and drink wine in a field.
Maybe I'll grow, pick, serve, and savor my kitchen garden. 
Maybe I'll spend every morning out on my roman patio drinking coffee
and cook barefooted in my ancient kitchen
and gaze over the land from my desk window. 
Maybe I'll loose my native tongue
and mature by being out of doors, tilling the earth. 
Maybe I'll find a love, a family, a voice
and ahead were many productive years of novel writing and story telling. 
Maybe that's where I'll remain for the rest of my life.

Maybe I'll pick up everything and go to Spain 
and eat olives 
and drink wine in a field. 

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