From Gate 68 to Arrival Gate 14
Departs with arrival
Terminal to curbside
Through the Greyhound bus ride
Scenery across country
East meets West
The lean back to recline
No care nor worries
4 Days journey
Highway to highway routes
State to State
Town to Town
Seeing America up close and personal
Eyes of the picture windows
From a distance viewing the Rocky Mountains majestic
Picture perfect moment
Days of stagecoaches past
Terrain and rugged maneuvering through
The hound bus leading the way
Sunrise to Sunset
Hound bus wheels on action
I can almost hear country music
Accompanied with the horns
Passages of words united
America I never knew
Friendly faces with welcomed voices
Rest stops enroute
An Indian overpass observation with a hello wave
Journeying through America’s landscape
Seeing the old, revised and new
Reaching the finale in arrived
Every terminal departure comes with an arrival. The Greyhound bus being no hurry nor worry in stride, and the Hound dog that completes a ride with the hound dog stretched all the way
4 Days journey
Here I am
Young man gone West
I arrived
We lean back in the ride sunset melting on her skin like liquid gold
Chrome glides slow and the whole boulevard watches our story unfold
Her hand on my arm turns the city’s hard edges into something controlled
Bass hums like a heartbeat syncing with the secrets we’ve never told
Palms sway overhead brushing the sky like a dream for the night to uphold
Grill smoke drifts through the breeze wrapping us both in memories old
She laughs and the block feels lighter with even the shadows consoled
The ride dips gentle hydros bowing and her soft smile says she’s sold
I look her way and every struggle I’ve carried loosens its hold
We cruise on two souls leaning close in a world we quietly mold
I do unconsciously stay
Conscious my own way
Whenever I sneeze amidst people
I wish I am alone in the steeple
One thing is been yet to be done
Another is of people's lively fun
That possibly arise
When intent despise
Nature's staged plainly quiet notion
Which sets legs in continuous motion
Call in its droplet
To be a part of it
Defined time is near
Not near but we fear
On faith to ascertainly lean back
Even though invisible is the black
Let it not just go
It has been long so
Let's make a bit more wide splash
Before flesh turns to destined ash
Truly, we know how sweet is dew
But we shouldn't mind to start anew
To sleep not
But fight hot
Not always at ease
Appealing appease
What battle of life is ever won in such?
Without feeling the best cold cry touch
My nozzle is a double barrel
Holding enough muses like Jarrel
Fighting inking clues raw
To silent possible arising time war
I turned off the news today
No fear of missing out
It’s the same it’s been forever
No need to shout
Unpopular wars, beleaguered leaders
The rich get richer, submerge bottom-feeders
Oh, uprisings occur once in a while
Much ado over nothing
They scuttle out of style
So, I’ll lean back in my chair
get some fresh air
wait for the Lord to call me back up there
Engines snarl the quiet open. Our street forgets its name and becomes a dare. Headlights stitch the midnight dark too fast to hold, mailboxes flinch, trees lean back.
Tires scream first, then the sirens, blue red prayers bouncing off porches, windows waking like startled eyes. Someone laughs. Someone swears. Time skids sideways.
The cars vanish, but the echo keeps racing, heart still pinned to the redline, long after the law and the boys are gone.
Afterward, the street exhales. Oil hangs in the air like a secret. Dogs bark at nothing. A loose can rolls, applause with no hands. Tomorrow, chalk lines, rumors, scorch marks, proof that for seconds, speed owned us, and we let it.
© daniel miltz
Let this sunset call those eyes to close,
take a deep breath and release a dream.
Join the montage as the world’s turning,
you add a touch of light and darkness.
Through the process of a few demos,
an ache may toxify your bloodstream.
Embrace all that you are unlearning,
lean back into it no need for tense.
Sprinkle comet dust on your yearning,
become that beacon of florescence.
I can feel my pulse in my fingertips,
like my hands are trying to escape.
Do I lean in? Do I lean back?
Please don’t let me stumble over my own feet.
My heart is doing that ridiculous thumping thing.
Why does it feel like the world is waiting?
Should I say something? Something clever?
No, just stay quiet, it’s fine.
Just breathe…oops, too noticeable.
Why is everything suddenly so tricky?
Your eyes are so close, almost too near.
Okay, maybe not, maybe it’s the perfect distance.
What if my lips are awkward? What if I taste strange?
I’m panicking, yes, in every corner of me.
I tell myself stop, act normal… but my pulse gives me away.
“Hey… is everything okay? You seem nervous.”
I nod too fast, my thoughts scattering everywhere.
I want to laugh, I want to crawl under a rock.
I feel like I might float or fall all at once.
My eyes dart everywhere, but you’re right here, holding my hand.
And then it happens, gentle, hesitant, soft.
Our lips meet, and my stomach flutters.
It’s awkward, it’s funny, it’s perfect in its messiness.
I think, maybe this is how first kisses are meant to feel.
And I secretly hope it never ends.
You were gazing at me as I looked in your direction
You, caught in daydream's reflection
Both of us wondering if we've made a connection
As you stand with your friends by your locker
As both of us are caught up in this moment
Both wondering if the other one knows it
Both wondering if the other will show it
Having our love listed on the docket
You writing our names on your notebook
In a heart our names, in your mind nuptials took
Me stealing your heart like some kind of crook
As you lean back on your book nook
I saunter over, parting your friends
I fumble for words, my heart beats intense
I manage to muster these words in defense
"You've captivated my heart with just a look!"
Lovely break during hectic work.
Merry time is the coffee break.
Nectar to tired nerves is coffee.
On your seat, lean back and enjoy,
Pleasant tang tickling your nostrils.
A hearty bowl of broth
overflows its rim
Proudly served by a mustachioed chef
whose heart swells up in him
to see his patrons savor its taste
lean back with dreamy smiles
For he pours himself into his soups
panache his trademark style
The glamorous, tuxedo look
of the hollow wooden body
tuned perfectly with its four
strings manages to embody
a heavenly favor of sad energy
as a bow is drawn across its strings.
Its notes waltz upon my soul
and awaken and pull against
my attuned heartstring imagery.
Its soothing chords being played
captivate, while joyful warm tears
swell and slowly flow.
Priceless, merry thoughts of my children
growing up long ago, playing ball
in the summers or on a wooden
sled in the snow.
The absence of my husband I dearly miss.
Coming home exhausted from work,
I'd wrap my arms around him,
then lean back and smile
at the love we had for each other.
The sad sounds the violinist awoke
from the violin as they played;
memories never to be forgotten.
8/8/2024
Presence on the road
Headlight in observe
Destinations serve
Skillful hands of the Greyhound Bus Driver
Stretched out Hound dog trademark
Voice of the rolling maneuvering wheels
Onward and precise
Cutting through the times of fog
The Greyhound bus is more than a name and dog
A passenger’s friend
Enriching America within
The Greyhound bus showing the way
Travel in your getaway
Eye always on the road
Lean back and recline
We are all the Greyhound Bus timeline
Feel America up close and one’s dreams explored
Honor and privilege
The Greyhound bus leverage
Masterpiece and motor coach engineer
Each day a preserver
Sunrise to sunset always near
Symbolic
The Greyhound bus far and wide
Bus history with a provide
Travel with care
Eye on the people
Heartfelt love
The Greyhound bus like no other
The thought of a flying Dove
Vision and reflection
Precision
Everlasting approach
Yesterday’s inspiration
Tomorrow a reality
A Greyhound bus rolling in your way
Your chance and opportunity
The getaway
It’s so easy to explore the Universe;
Lean back, unwind, and simply relax,
close your eyes promise not to rehearse;
Stars, such romantic notions coerce
your spirit to take it to the max;
It’s so easy to explore the Universe;
Unpredictable may appear adverse,
so does the symmetry of comet tracks;
Close your eyes promise not to rehearse;
Harboring a closed mind is the reverse,
her lucid dreams for us lie in stacks;
It’s so easy to explore the Universe;
Being tied to gravity is a curse,
there is a dimension the Earth lacks;
Close your eyes promise not to rehearse;
Within insane fantasies immerse
you’ll taste the genius of maniacs;
It’s so easy to explore the Universe,
close your eyes promise not to rehearse.
Thoughts satin as my pillow,
not a trace of ideas racing;
Such brilliant lights all around,
starlight grin as I fall asleep;
Not a trace of ideas racing,
I inhale deeply and lean back;
Another day where I should be;
Such brilliant lights all around
so much warmth surrounds me;
How could I not be left glowing?
Starlight grin as I fall asleep;
Energized by the smallest steps,
magnetic high will lift tomorrow.
A little tidbit
Before you arrive in the rainforest
if you get lost
and fall into quicksand
do not panic
calmly lean back into a back float position
slowly move your feet circularly
without panic!
you might be able to free yourself
if you stay calm
if not,
you might slide under the quicksand
as if you are the inside of a taco
luckily you will be too quickly snapped up
to panic now
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