That time, playing in the muck,foot emerging without a boot,hopping and laughingall the way home… Then, later, on the busthe impact of the carthe windshield crackinglike a giant spiderblood all overthe dead lady’s face All in the past –sunroof openkids riding along,music blaring But trauma is a spiderArachne reaching into happy placesand as much as […]
Measured in spoonfulsprogress imperceptible Still feel the angst ofno-time-to-breathe lifestyle pressured from withinto get-it-done spend unavailable resourcesruminating solutions push against the wallswith little to show surrender to impotencyand wait for the next surge.
Sister was a hurricane –destruction her path Tried to calm, encouragebut her core was damaged Try to reach her now, across death’s abyss understand beforeher legacy swallows me.
Nicely done 🙂
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Thanks
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Great photos!
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Thanks!
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Most welcome!
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The duck looks angry and the rabbit is so cute!
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Thanks Teresa. Never know what I’m going to find in my backyard.
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Oh what marvelous photos you have for us this week 😀 😀
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Thanks Cee.
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I really love these! 🙂 ❤
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Thanks Deborah.
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That is funny. I was thinking is this real or some form of art work. Thanks for sharing..
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He was right outside my window. The dogs were ballistic.
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Hmm, I wonder what that fellow is thinking . . .
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“What’s up Doc?”
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😀
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