Appanzeller farm land

"Is it possible that progress  mght be nothing more than the devlopment of  an error ?"

 Jean cocteau

coming back to the grey city

from the green pastures

returning to chaos from the cows

that layd peacefully in the sun

unafraid

the green mountains that surrounded us

and kept us warm

have turned to flat concrete city streets

with people passing by

ignoring  the flowers that have

blossomed for some days in my heart

wilting slowly

even though it was raining today ..

what is the point of rain in the city

that ignores its inhabitants?

who fails to touch each one

as the heavens touched a cloud

set upon a mountain

or a blue flower touched my tired feet

walking all along the hills..   

is it any wonder i had neglected

to return the key?

deep in my pocket

it waits another opportunity

to open yet another door

to a place

that is all green