[Soaring Feather]

WOW, fascinating pictures, thank you.

[starbase]

I think I'll try a poem that has nothing to do with Thailand, for a change!


Twisted Currents

Down by the creek
are the fruits we seek
not the onion, carrot, or leek

but the current it is
dripping juice from our fists

picked from the vine
packed full of life
some are yours, some are mine

music from pipes
dancing under the moon
black as a beautiful mare

currents go into our brew
twisted currents are our fare
twisted currents for me, twisted currents for you
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to be continued!

My muse ran out for a smoke! But this one's half finished. (any takers on finishing it??!!)