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 
Beautiful!
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A symphony indeed!
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Absolutely gorgeous! 🙂 ❤
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The countryside does the same thing for me!
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Wow! Beautiful
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Now that you mention it, I can feel the symphony. Isn’t that a Diana Ross and the Supremes lyric?
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I don’t know….but no doubt lodged in distant memory.
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