Category Archives: Week 18

DECEMBER

Poor of light and poor of warmth but rich in dying, bright-colored crisp-baking, -frying last-gasping, slowly falling leaves. . . poor of time and oomph to complete the ordinary, every day and the celebratory tasks which are the year’s end-month … Continue reading

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WILD

Wild +++++the patience +++++of one +++++whose maintenance is rich +++++the boredom +++++of another +++++whose dream has sat so long, +++++it’s getting quite an itch +++++the crestfallen feeling +++++of disappointment +++++of not being seen +++++in a simple peek-a-boo +++++when the grown-up … Continue reading

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SNOW

Snow a dream near my home so rarely ever falling maybe once when I was still growing my home canyon’s white blanketing– and I think next, decades hence– of flakes, perhaps a smattering while I was gone from the scene … Continue reading

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