Travels of the Heart
travels of the heart
Hawaii
November 15, 2002
As i wound my way
down into the
little village of Waiohinu
the wind blew so strong
the trees bent wildly
their leaves falling high
into a blue sky
a man silently
and slowly raked
under the storm
It reminded me of
my love life
the leaves of my romance
swirling out of control
and through it all
i calmly, and steadily
keep raking
as though there was hope
as though someday
the storm would end
and all would
fall into place
joyce
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