Waiting for the light to return. . . .
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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
2 comments:
So, why have you got rid of all the fruit salad on the side?
LOL! Don't know, Monica ~~ it just dropped to the bottom in the middle of the night. Some change blogger.com made, and I haven figured out how to fix it yet.
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