flying away,

from here. . .

"Aria da Capo"

all set to go

an about-face,

the tour is on!

a beacon . . .

that navigates to nowhere

a dubious vacation plan,

canceled

still waiting . . .
for a train that may never arrive

bollards,

where is the mooring ...

the icy coastal range,

but it's more chilly within

the beach in winter

lost . . . .

just can't see the forest for the trees

losing oneself at the beach,

and totally losing one's way

turn right,

turn left . . . turn nowhere

it's not quite spring yet,

just can't wait . . .

lapsed memories,

of last week and today

gazing out the shuttered window . . .

escapism for the day . . .

another stairway . . .

to an unknown state of mind

at the dock.

take me away . . .

looking away . . . .

from a purported disturbance

a stairway to nowhere,

and a passage into the darkness