The hand of a friend,
The smile of a coworker.
For these, I give thanks.
personal
As I age, living in the present has become more about writing it down immediately, before I forget.
Internal focus
Words illusive pass through me.
Relish summer rain.
Distance staring is not a sport and distracted patterns won’t sew a quilt
Odd daze filtered sun
Cries for the wrongs not yet wrung.
Bright moon sky flips tale.
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