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
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It was very difficult and very easy for me to lose use of my computer to secure work for the party at the very time you lost something so very much more. Easy because I was at a loss for words.before "the first day I didn't see black" as I said in that poem to Kimmy.
baby blog is still the best of all the millions as a work of art, and what a tribute!
it took a while before the words came for me and you might well not want to share yours but hold them to your heart
but poetry is timeless as is a life shared
much love, Phil
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