in death it had a certain beauty that almost matched it’s life silhouette upon a sunlit canvas varicose veins across the sky it’s gnarled and craggy fingers forking tributaries unto high clawing, reaching, fighting for width, for space, for height spreading, searching, writhing in a twisted wave goodbye – adapted from Dead Wood by sidewalk smudge
And time flies… The little mutt who would chase & hug little dogs outside my home has grown into a smart, beautiful, wonderfully poised woman.
Raj … lost in thought
… I, always looking for that beautiful chance, to pluck it and make it mine, to leave all the other fields behind. A flower so beautiful to a tear came to eye. At peace I felt but still my soul did cry. Millions of flowers why this and not other red, greens and blues? If you must ask, that one flower was always you, only you. –Flowers in a field, theyoungman ...
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