early one fine spring morning

I met a wonderful free spirit

never once did I ask her name

beautiful long brunette hair

mesmerizing iridescent eyes

we were the only ones

walking along the beach

near the wild river's edge

lush green forest .. trees

stood towering nearby

nature in full bloom

we rarely said anything

upon our chance meeting

enjoying natural scenery

which stole our hearts

I offered to share

a potent sinsimilla joint

i'd in hand .. calmly

she took a few tokes

colors swam before her eyes

we ambled slowly

back to the beach

the radio was still on

an older bob dylan song

tangled up in blue .. was playing

she was a really cool, artistic lady

relating how she'd just returned

from seeing dylan in concert

how she'd thrown caution

into the careless wind

she'd been living a rare nomadic lifestyle

traveling overseas to new zealand

watching a native artist there

create art .. carving bones

then flew back to the states

all across the deserts

southwestern region

taking in the arid scene

hanging with navajo, hopi and apache

meditating .. smoking many a peace pipe

Copyright @ December 2014

StandingBear