Clearing Space at Four
so short my little broom
I swished from side to side
pushing pebbles on the path
passing round the bend
beyond their sight
though they feared
me lost
I sweept on and on
at sticks and dirt
beneath my pen today
thought uncoiling free
like that morning
in a darkened wood
I am never lost but
present to myself
As We Go: Always Grace
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Letting Go As We Go: Always Grace: Letting Gl I’m sitting on our tiny
patio, intending to write. My pink-wave petunias trail color over the edges
of the wr...
7 months ago
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