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.
One Woman's Quest II 
Lovely yard visitors, V.J. We get an occasional Rose-breasted Grosbeak during spring migration, but a bobolink would be a very rare yard bird in this part of the country. I haven’t even seen one yet anywhere this year. Will have to spend some time in areas where the grass grows tall.
Wishing you more lovely feathered breaks to come!
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Thanks Tanja. It’s the first I’ve ever seen, but my husband tells me it’s quite common. Who knew?
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I hope you will see more of them!
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Very lovely! 🙂 ❤
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Thanks!
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What a treat! “Bobolink” is such a fun word. I’ve always liked it.
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It is a fun word, and common as they are, this is the first one I’ve actually seen.
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I don’t think I’ve ever seen one.
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So I’m not alone!
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VJ, the Grosbeak has such lovely colors. Keith
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It really does, thanks Keith.
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