okra flowers in the cup
love fills our mailbox
unchecked
imaginary symphonies waft
from beneath our house
while tongues find mouths
home for the holidays
cold fearing monkeys
drinking their blankets
in morning wine
old grass floats
past coffee leaves
and dreams of sun morning
freeze in two
minds promising home bound adventure
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Written March 22nd, 2006
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Another sweet write, this one breathes. Delicate and never for a moment shallow. Wonderful.
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i love it, fresh, bouncy and energetic with brilliant images and pure joyfulness of expressiion. Wonderful. Blessings and best wishes, ~richard
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There is joy in going
but more in
coming
i think



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