poetry
walks with me
whispers in my ear
makes the strawberries in the grass
more vivid
as i stumble on the stick
poetry missed
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
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sweet, quiet summer days basking in ridgeline sun... bitter cold afternoons with pruned hands in clay...mornings with vivaldi and tea... cranky diatribes on the irritation of the moment...welcome to my world. welcome to future 26.
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