so the bad news
since I like poetry I will, from time to time, post some.
this one was written looking out over Monkey Mountain at Da Nang
In the dusk the mountains lie out to the west,
Backlit by an evening light – dark and richly
purple in the deepening haze.
Low clouds lie in the low valleys.
The mountains, some jagged, some massive;
Steep canyons hold passes leading up to
mystery and the Central Highlands.
We would head out that waysome evenings, unsure, (how could we know anything anyway),
of how the night would go,
But welcoming the adventure and the arms of fate.