tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85622262009-04-18T10:25:52.671-07:00jbruce38noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562226.post-1145218310996052762006-04-16T13:05:00.000-07:002006-04-16T13:11:50.996-07:00<a href="http://bruceliles.buzznet.com/user/photos/?id=2118280" ><img src="http://cdn-12.cdn.buzznet.com/assets/users9/bruceliles/default/gallery-msg-113687360826-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8562226-114521831099605276?l=brucelilesphotos.blogspot.com'/></div>jbruce38noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562226.post-1145217921839571742006-04-16T13:04:00.000-07:002007-05-20T06:46:54.577-07:00<a href="http://bruceliles.buzznet.com/user/photos/?id=794400" ><img src="http://cdn-64.cdn.buzznet.com/assets/users5/bruceliles/default/gallery-1105481292-msg-4647-3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Choice<br /><br />The fog of January is back again<br />Brings me back to then<br />When I walked along the straits of Detroit<br />Shrouded in the unknown of choice<br />where the darkness could not penetrate<br />the white blindness of there<br />Only there<br />There and nowhere else<br /><br />A strange break of the unseasonable<br />Mists that obscured my vision of freedom<br />Of who we were and what we wanted<br />My vision of them<br />An illusion that all would be warm and indistinct<br />And unknown a few yards ahead<br />I chose then in my prayer<br />To know<br /><br />-Ed Sweeney<br /><br />The River<br /><br />I walk to the river often these days<br />Early Spring brings the gliding ice floes<br />Serene change of crystal and water<br />The river ignores the preoccupation on its shore<br /><br />The white moon tags along for the ride tonight<br />Above the Casino on the other side it lags with curiosity<br />A shiny quarter ready for the slot<br /><br />"How deep is the river right here?", a Carribean accent asks.<br />"If I brought my children here and they fell in, could they be saved?"<br />I offer a guess at its fathoms<br />I recommend Belle Isle Beach for the family<br /><br />These straits move fast<br /><br />A bat investigates the stroll of an attractive couple<br />Moving against the flow<br />I pick up a stone waiting to test its radar<br /><br />Tossing it away I start my walk up 12th St.<br /><br />-Ed Sweeney<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8562226-114521792183957174?l=brucelilesphotos.blogspot.com'/></div>jbruce38noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562226.post-1136872321397178322006-01-09T21:51:00.000-08:002006-04-16T16:18:59.383-07:00<a href="http://bruceliles.buzznet.com/user/?id=1050762" ><img src="http://img.buzznet.com/assets/users6/bruceliles/default/large-1112623041-msg-17361-3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Hosted at Buzznet.com" title="Photo Hosted at Buzznet.com" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8562226-113687232139717832?l=brucelilesphotos.blogspot.com'/></div>jbruce38noreply@blogger.com0