The twenty seventh memory

Off the weir where the water runs fast and the danger is near to the surface, watching as fish out of water choke for a chance to get further upstream and I envied their trials sometimes I swim to the island and lay looking up at the blue sky, being warmed by the June sun until…

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One rung higher

Well I made it through unsure if I deserved to pass unscathed, coming in and then out of the maze we call days of the week but I did. Some angel’s watching over me and shining bright to let me see the way. So I’m heading home to where a welcome awaits me but don’t…

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Garlands

It was because it was and in spite of the Wizard, the crumbling of Oz it was because and because it was. Like some long drawn out tragedy where the forest folk still badger me I look for the four leafed clover because for me it is never over whatever it was. Pixies will follow…

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