Surrender. Deep in the Breeze. It might have been an hour ...

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	Forwarded this email? Subscribe here for more Hobo Day Trilogy Surrender. Deep in the Breeze. It might have been an hour ... David L White Apr 12   READ IN APP   Sang some low and mourning river poem “Shenandoah, I love your daughter.“ And oh you damn and rolling river I’ll find who I thought you were where my heart was lost in skipping stones on the whisper song surrender, and on the wind that carried me to the shore where I was not. … Thanks for reading Radio Free David! Subscribe for free to receive new posts and support my work. Pledge your support Surrender: The Hobo Day 2025 Memorial Poem Title © David L White ’74 - ’25 Poem - 1974 . River/Title - 2025 … … deep in the breeze, or Love at First Smite While the dogs ran the dunes, she and I sauntered, I recall. Loose ground. Measured walking. A breezy, easy, warm April day. The cottonwood trees approved; clapping their waxy leaves. Popup showers from flat Nebraska boiled over the Missouri River on the Dakota side with fat drops pelting the sand. Little rainbows, (with glitter according to the myth), she … smiled and introduced me to her Krishnamurti. … Hobo Daze Memorial Fifty Years Plus April 12, 2025 David L White 6:50 AM Poem … .. It might have been an hour … or ninety minutes max, and yet, for fifty years, I’ve called it a holiday, as if it were a day. A few, sparkling moments. I was dazed. To saunter in the breeze and see where it leads. Hobo, I said. Not tramp or bum, but exotic, in Spanish: vacilandero or vagabundo. A meander along a meander with a dilettante and sufficient means. That is the full intent. Nothing more is meant. Get out and play. Enjoy the day. … (c) David L White April 12, 2025 8:07 am Poem Thanks for reading Radio Free David! Subscribe for free to receive new posts and support my work. Pledge your support Thank you for visiting. Take some time for your self. Pledge your support   Like Comment Restack   © 2025 David L White 548 Market Street PMB 72296, San Francisco, CA 94104 Unsubscribe