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
3 comments:
In some cultures, having men hold hands is acceptable. For shame that you are making fun of this acceptable tradition in some countries.
So much for being open minded!
Afraid you missed the whole point, Bunky, lol!!
It's too late. Now if Poppy had been a proper dad, instead of spending so much time conspiring against Kennedy and Nixon and Ford and Carter and Reagan and......
maybe the little shrub would have turned out better, even with that cold-hearted momma.
Hannah
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