Faint at the sight of needlesa squeamish gene, I’m sure Suck it up, adult self admonishesChild looks away, breath held Sixty-two years its been thustoo many pokes to count And now there is new promisea vaccine to ward off the virus Hope reduced to one tiny vialbelieve me, this sleeve’s rolling up. (Written for Reena’s […]
For every childvowed to be the calyxto cradle each budding soulwith a tender heart But I am imperfectideals devolvingin the face of losscross unbearable Tend my own garden nowrecognizing the powerof example overridingoppression of control. (Image my own)
Concrete is cold, imposingdoes nothing for aesthetics At least we’re protected,I tell the littles, ignoring Snot dripping, slimeoozing from unsealedwindowsills, cobwebsand bits of shedding pink It’s the best I can do:four walls and a roof. Except the ceilingis bulging, mold and rotcertain to rain down on us While upstairs, the manignores the leaks, luxuriatesin his […]
This is lovely V.J.! ❤
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Thanks Deborah!
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You’re welcome my friend! ❤
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Wonderful shot.
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Thanks
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Nice trio of warming reds
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Thanks!
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A welcome sight indeed! The building in the second photo is interesting. What are the sheds in front of it?
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The building is a town hall. I imagine those are utility sheds for the groundskeepers – very well maintained, tourist sight.
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It’s very grand. Utility sheds would make sense.
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