riding spring rain

a chill of simply be riding spring rain
her early morning face
not belonging nor being apart

the bright colors of Oman

they call it subconscious

all past is
          present ...
they call it subconscious:
          it needs the slightest trigger to bite ferociously

(personal)

{April is almost gone in a blink! I am just back from Oman . . . Intending to write & breathe: deeper, lighter & my whatever . . . wings & the blues}