Trapped in the sequencing of time, poetry for now becomes poetry for when?  I wait, sinking in the quicksand, of poetic inspiration about the Danube trip and our daughter’s wedding.  The truth is poetic inspiration and words happen in a moment -  which is “Poetry for Now”.  

So I am going back in time to recreate the moments through my journals and photographs, reliving the scenes and times.  These poems capture a few special and poignant experiences rather than being a travelogue of our 3 weeks through Europe.

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