from this week in April, 2014
(I was 69)
Cannabis
for me has always been the gatekeeper
the smoky entrance to doors of perception
the mind changer that made reality
of fantasy in the woods
and imaginings under the stars
confirming the actualities of existence
that put the daily grind in perspective
And in that knowing time of clarity
to write to paint to sculpt to strum to dance
to think
the obvious which is so often invisible
in its own transparency
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