About Me
- puddle
- Water gathering most days I wait through blue and sun till dusk or even later and the rose has faded to lavender, to gray some days, the sleet has started and the leaves underfoot are slick with ice somehow I'm never sorry and never learn one night I waited till the stars were out dropped the bucket into sound, only felt the weight of it filling and the night full of stars and the river full of stars and the bucket full of stars come morning, the coffee is also full of stars
4 comments:
puddle~
Hope you & Edwin are sharing a wonderful holiday season. :-)
Still shameless. Now dragging in the Jewish faith for your COWARDly candidate.
and his kids ;-)
Dear mouse ~~ as *my friend* Crayon would say, stop using his name in vain. For all that we disagree politically on much, he's not silly.
Considering what Capitalism has done to the spirit of the season, I have a difficult time imagining exactly what your gripe about joining that spirit with those who have, obserdedly, worked for the betterment of their fellow humans would be.
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