Thank you for living it,
so I may go along on my purple
mornings with a mountainscape,
tottering caffeination and an
endless string of magpies
obscuring themselves for the clouds.
You've done everything
I might have hoped and a little bit
more, while I've stumbled into
muck and suck and been, as you may
have guessed, stuck. Expectations are
dragons and I've ridden a few to
their fiery conclusion, swords and
all. You, my friend, you have ridden
real horses, and sometimes mules,
to get where I was going while I was
here, crushing pine needles between
my fingers to smell that sappy smell
walking my walking walks.
Roman Ryan 