Spring
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Refrigerator Finger Gallery Art (poem)
Heading home day’s light lights a little later now its painting horizon’s short wall and stops considering tired winter encroaching where it had endlessly coldly seemed always to quickly bundle and blow out nightstand candles but begins to allow day’s lighter jacketed child to implore Mom for just a little more time to paint… Continue reading
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Air (poem)
Air I’ve been here before In February When it tries change color Promising gold in a world of tin As air doesn’t color I’m always the fool Air is air It’s just there it hovers my eyes in the bleak but though with a wink sits on my lips like an imp waiting want halts… Continue reading
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A Sweet Spring Ride Home … Almost
On my way home earlier this week, windows down, a perfect breeze with plenty of sun and light whispy cloud blue skies, singing along embarrassingly loud to “Little Willy” from Sweet of “Ballroom Blitz” and “Fox on the Run” and “Love is like Oxygen” fame I gloried in a really beautiful Spring evening ride. I… Continue reading
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