Poetry by cavu182

the things we do

Sunday Morning on Thompson Pass

making love in Africa

life in the coporate world

a memory of her

scent of bridges burning

on the Interstate or Internet

close my eyes and remember

no real difference between left and right

on the midnight train

note from a Portugal beach

something foolish not to say

transit hotel

the smell of my body

perhaps do it again

driving west with the night

The Geo and I on a Saturday night

at the concert on night

driving to Seattle in a '61 DeSoto

on the way to the states

is this stool taken

tell him all or tell him not

people we would like to meet

one drink to get me to Denver

in a teepee outside of Aspen

all the reasons I'm in love with you

the things they'll never do ...

feeling just fine

on the way to work

I could but did not

on the road to Alaska

my friends hippie girl friend

clean fun

uncertain of the time zone

up the stairs on the right

choices

a picture perfect friendship

flying across Kansas

how to play the game

breakfast in Duluth

once or twice a week

rainy night by the ocean

or is it Cotopaxi

may I come too?

down the same road

at the diner

wondering who we are

everytime I hear that song

on an airplane in the sky

in search of what he got