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.
Very nice!
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Thanks ☺️
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So adorable! 🙂 ❤
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Thanks 😊
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Mr. Squirrel looks like he’s enjoying his snack! I haven’t seen any deer around the house lately, although we did spot a fox last week.
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Fox are intriguing. Haven’t seen any here yet. Our neighbour puts out feed for the deer.
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The fox was a pretty little thing. If he was looking for chickens, he should have gone to the other end of the street, though.
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I love these, especially the deer photo.
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Thanks Heather
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You’re welcome.
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