Three and one tree that lines your street
Thirty one reasons to live out loud
Thirty one ways to adore time
Thirty one days to a month that becomes a year that fulfills a life
Thirty one nights that are remembered while sitting on a rock in central park you call your own
Thirty one suns that burn as desire awakens within
Thirty one smiles in an hour while you stand on New York City avenue and count them down
Thirty one blank faces which one smile instantly redeems
One day in thirty one days you may feel as if
Only that day matters and there is no need to think past that day
Thirty one pages in a notebook that you keep by your bed side
In case of a dream that is to be set free
Three plus one is four.. four seasons ahead
Four seasons past
Thirty and then one flaps of a seagull that is occupying a nearby beach
Freedom comes when you invite it in and embrace it in three and one ways
Thirty one is a number full of thirst, enlaced with infinite possibilities.
Written 2.21.09
For a Birthday gift
