THE MAN IN A SLING:
He walks in the sun swathed in yellow, smiling.
Caught in the reflection of a rear view mirror
looking radiant, content. The black top turns
wet & silver, luminous in the glare of the morning
sun & I let it draw me in, loosing perspective,
everything turns 2D. The hedges, slip past constantly
peripheral dancing – sweet sensation.
Sticks, cut brutal by the lash of machines lie
broken toothed in ditches, turn their faces up
at the sun & smile. I drive purposefully slow today
squeezing pleasure out’ve every curve in the road,
turn the radio off & smile, listening to wind.
(K)
Karl Hyde 
….enter the week…what lies ahead for this sweet mystery called life? Details in motion unfolding new adventures to be told….listen to the wind indeed…and watch life dance all around us.
how can i ever tell in you ways that aren’t so trite – karl, you are beautiful. will you please come to asheville, nc, usa. known as moogland. beautiful destination for you.
the only music that will ever be able to give me goosepimples! lolll