617 Arrows 8-2-16 (go to 580 for key word search)

Posted on August 2, 2016 by Ken Greenman

Driving,
the Shawangunks ahead,
the Hudson behind.
A quiet summer morning drive
on a tar paved road,
black and cracked,
edged by Her paint brush strokes,
a long stretch
of chicory, buttercup, lupine and Queen Annes lace
keeps me on the straight and narrow.
Arrowed by rainbows
mixed with abandon,
dappled with intent.

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About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2025 and it's 77! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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