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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you probably got this from The Smoking Gun. The least you could do is give them some credit instead of stealing it from them...
If you click the picture, it takes you right to The Smoking Gun.
Helps if you use your cursor. . . .
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