Friends can be found friends can be made

Get home
At last.
20 hours of travel
Eyes skewed.
Joints stiff
Airplanes Boring

Home sweet home
that is to vanish, be forgotten.
Traveled away from
Gives me on last surprise

Brown package
in the living room
Strange?
Why?
What?

Bomb?

Don’t think anybody hates me that much.
Not even the crazy former son-in-law
I just chased away

On the outside my name
And Amason

Strange?

I for one
not ordered any thing

Curious.
open
Inside a book
By Steinbeck

Hmmmmmmmm

Strange?

And questions flow

why? who? where from?

And there it is
From LS fellow

Few written words
have flown between us
through electrical highways
and now
this beautiful little gesture
that warms ones heart

Showing that the world is not grim gray and ugly
and friends can be found
Friends can be made
in new worlds traveled
through new digital gateways

that leads one
to the LS piazza

You my friend
thank you

Me, Steinbeck and Charlie
will enjoy the search of America
on this bright Icelandic summer night

by Kristjan Logason at 2006-05-12 00:05:04 UTC (ed. Jun 24 2006 ) Houston, Tx , United States | Bookmark | | Report spam→