Published by Jean Tues July 17, 2007

I have nothing to say
at the moment
that you want
to hear.
The words in my head,
on the tip of my tongue,
would send you away
so, I say nothing
right now
of any import
in order to keep you
close by.
Were you busy today?
Any plans for the weekend?
Meanwhile, my brain and
my heart
overflow, flooded with
want and fear of
goodbye.
Skimming the surface
Superficially chanting
much meaningless think.
How sad that we
dance around,
unsatisfyingly,
what both of us crave,
determined to maintain our
exterior shield
of wanting for naught.

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Once upon a time, I made my living as a prospector ... though that's not the word used today ... probably because I didn't have a burro to follow me. Anyway, we had spent a week or so wandering around the Nevada/Utah border poking around rocks of various types.

I've lots of prospecting experience and have become extremely competent in finding leaverite ore ...

Woke up one night when the fire was dying down and caught the firelight reflecting off my boots. Grabbed my camera and took a picture.

This here's the result.

My feet are getting itchy again - may be heading to the back country pretty soon.

"Can you hear me now?"
Nope!

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