early one fine spring morning
I met a wonderful free spirit
never once did I ask her name
beautiful long brunette hair
mesmerizing iridescent eyes
we were the only ones
walking along the beach
near the wild river's edge
lush green forest .. trees
stood towering nearby
nature in full bloom
we rarely said anything
upon our chance meeting
enjoying natural scenery
which stole our hearts
I offered to share
a potent sinsimilla joint
i'd in hand .. calmly
she took a few tokes
colors swam before her eyes
we ambled slowly
back to the beach
the radio was still on
an older bob dylan song
tangled up in blue .. was playing
she was a really cool, artistic lady
relating how she'd just returned
from seeing dylan in concert
how she'd thrown caution
into the careless wind
she'd been living a rare nomadic lifestyle
traveling overseas to new zealand
watching a native artist there
create art .. carving bones
then flew back to the states
all across the deserts
southwestern region
taking in the arid scene
hanging with navajo, hopi and apache
meditating .. smoking many a peace pipe
Copyright @ December 2014
StandingBear
