Bluesky Wrapped

The road stretched endless, full of expectation — full of "it's the journey not the destination. Parched, I drove, mad thirst unquenched by water's salt-tang on my tongue like tears and longing for a life that never was. #sensewrds #prompt207

Arizona morning: parched khaki desert opens its mouth, green tongue blooms fuchsia, sunrise yellow, smoke-white and blush - even the rocks redden in dawn's sight, clothed in pale blue sky. #poemsabout #inbloom

Every schoolchild of the 1970s knew we were fucked. We made endless "hopeful" posters urging change. We got condescending pats on the head and learned we were being "unrealistic." We stayed hopeful but shared that less and less, sandwiched between condescension and cynicism.