i have been parking my car as of late

Jon Nakapalau

and just watching
the world pass me by

feeling I have to be
on the road for some

great kerouacian migration
that must take place

leaving sodom and gomorrah behind
not looking in my rear view mirror

yet not sure of direction
or time in space

perhaps trying to get to some
nirvana campground

veggies on the grill
and stillness falling

with hotei asking you what you want
as his oogi cools your fever

family and friends arriving
in twilight deep

like blue velvet
across a sharp

ansel adams valley
quivering with a breeze

that lulls you softly to echo of coming dreams
as yogi bear smiles

and reaches into
a bottomless picnic basket

offering you
your portion of manna.

  • Author: Jon Nakapalau (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 8th, 2019 21:12
  • Comment from author about the poem: Very surreal.
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 28
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  • Goldfinch60

    That manna will fill you with the love of life.

    • Jon Nakapalau

      Always so positive - thank you!



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