relax..
into the living room
and empty freeforming
spaces..a gentle breeze
blows in from the north..
and so my little country girl..
what's the place of your birth..
I've followed the northern star..
I knew it..from afar..
what brings people together..
has always been some kind of mystery..
like a ship adrift on the ocean..
or a rock a stone or a pebble..
thrown right dead on center..
and so we see the ever widening circles..
sometimes lines entertwine..
conflicts resolutions
and love..
we enter into eachothers lives
not knowing our own
seperate fates..
or if we can even
find the starting gate..
By Rick Weber
January 21, 2012
copywritten
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