Tropical storm gone
Angry Atlantic Ocean
Snatching my surfboard
Tropical storm gone
Angry Atlantic Ocean
Snatching my surfboard
Bought old pickup truck
Hitch up house on wheels
Let’s see America
Nippy morning
Fly fishing for rainbow trout
River moving slowly
Butterflies all gone
Clouds completely cover sun
Nukes killed everyone
Garden vegetables
Mixed with herbs in slow cooker
Love is in the home
Drinking hot chocolate
Watching snow fall on rock garden
No rush to leave
Heliconia
Queen of tropical garden
Hummingbird’s best friend
Humble on my knees
Casually pulling weeds
My garden comforts me
Sitting peacefully
Back straight facing the blank wall
My blood pressure falls
Settle down I’m here
Holding you in darkness
Forever protected
Far far far from shore
My two a.m. ocean swim
Explodes endorphins
Guesthouse In India
He refused request for towel
Cheap room
Cheap service
Beautiful dark skin
Braided hair without a care
She’s from Jamaica
Serpents circling
Back to back swords in our hands
Together to end
In the game too long
Time to get up walk away
Before heart decays
Break from internet
Making love on waterbed
Made some time for us
My typewriter keys
Starting to look rusty
They are still friends to me
Walking on beach sand
Holding surfboard in my hands
I feel young again
Walking streets of Rome
Late night feeling alone
Sofia took me home
Looking at my wife
in the early morning light
I’m a lucky guy
Stirring the pasta
Drinking Italian red wine
She looks really fine
Worked garden for years
Hurricane blew all away
Start over next day
Boy and his father
Walking across the field
Bonding for lifetime
Today in garden
A lizard killed butterfly
At least reason why
Colorful mangoes
Hanging from my backyard tree
Are delight to see
Hey dude got a smoke?
Things turned South against the ropes
All gone except hope
When running business
Think just like the Japanese
Be in for long haul
Dressed in her teddy
Trimming my beard and shaves me
Kiss passionately
She’s a good woman
No tricks lies fooling around
Hangs tight when chips down
Wounded warriors
Chasing ghosts of happiness
down deep dark cavern
Peaceful morning swim
In Atlantic Ocean
Will not wash away sins
Parlez-vous français?
She looks fantastique
Wearing her silk lingerie
Dusting eight track tapes
Resurrects memories of
Carefree high school dates
Copacabana Beach, Rio, Brazil
Drinking cachaça
Bonita morenas
Gringo no go casa
Clinging to palm tree
The Iguana looks at me
Like I’m trespassing
Tap Tap Tap the keys
Rum coke typewriter and me
Deep in fantasy
Eating nuts in trees
Squirrels could care less about
Human luxuries
Jumping out of bed
I rush out to my garden
To pick morning crops
Sprinkling tear-drops
Continuity is lost
Cold like winter frost