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MonthJune 2020

Dust bunnies

Taken-the combings of years,of minutes and seconds.Sift and sieve,this sultry eve.What’s fallen,plasmic,into dream hands,begs of wonder,of worship,and tastesof regret and forgiveness.


Drawn to baby anythingsshe isSeeks to protectto nurtureBut if the thing growsand gains stubborn volitionthen on she must moveto find another small oneto teachto loveto know the duality of joyandtake … Continue Reading Rewind


A still pondpadded with liliesdappled with netted sunCicada humMy green restPlease-pocket the stoneand let it alone-I’ll paint youas someone sepiaand fleetingby this bower’s dome *** Image: Pixabay