Category Archives: Transit

Walking Westward

October morning walk to H’s place,while taking in the Halloween decor,inhabiting the here-and-now, in caseI need to be alert for something more,I’m ready to submit this aging faceto unguents luxurious and pure,and grateful for the weather nearly warm.Next time (December) … Continue reading

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Relief on BART

The streets were so cluttered I needed a break:old shoppers at Ashby, young students at Miles.Who knew riding BART could relieve a small ache,allowing alone to regenerate smiles?I boarded at Rockridge – 10 minutes I’d takein respite from dodging humanity … Continue reading

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A Walk to the Doc

I didn’t want the visit, but the shouldresounded till I booked the yearly scan(I aim to spend these seasons feeling goodif possible, so I’ve a gentle planto catch the weaks before they’re fails, and spanthe acts with exercise and healthy … Continue reading

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Obstaculitis

Congested traffic Friday afternoonwas neighbor-notable at half past 2.My amble was at normal pace, but soonI overtook 4 dozen cars. A slewof drivers changed their course by yaw and skew,but I proceeded happy on concrete.I never passed the cause of … Continue reading

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Homing

The trip was good – vacations always provehow beneficial is a change of scene,a variance in how I daily move,a welcome stirring break from all routine.But time adjustment time, and jogs betweendescendant dens, have kept me on the roam.At last … Continue reading

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No Air Share

The two old white guys on the plane near meassumed that I would yield whatever spacethey wanted, though they each moved mindlesslyand neither seemed to have a thoughtful face.But maybe that’s inaccurate – I seesuch lack of focus, every time … Continue reading

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Filling

Two pages left, and then I’ll have to findanother little notebook I can takewith me, and transiting express the kindof ideas that meanderings half-bake:impressions I will cook on open mindand temper as I rest from muscle ache.I used to toss … Continue reading

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Oh No

It isn’t that I had a task to dothis afternoon. At home I would have readand napped. I had no projects to pursue,but sure I’d have preferred it there insteadof sitting in the airport when time bledas slow as sludge … Continue reading

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The Short Leg

Perhaps it’s that I’m used to flights alone,or maybe I’ve not noted how annoyedI’ve been by geriatric hum and groan,but seldom have I separateness enjoyedas much as now: a flit to Germany,my eyes on words, three glasses now deployedin near … Continue reading

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Salatzen Dut

Does everyone annoy me? That’s not good…Concluding that it really may be meinstead of others, thinking that I shouldassess my inmost personality,and list the ways I irk my neighborhood,I plan to set that challenge presently.But first I’ll shun complaints and … Continue reading

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