Tuesday, April 21, 2020

Inside looking outward



and outside looking inward


Very much what the ripe does seasonally.  Very much what a poem wishes for itself, too.  The kitty is the arbiter of truth.
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  1. Susan E. GangelApril 25, 2020 at 1:07 PM

    this morning walking
    every step another chance
    to think of you

    'variations 3' sf, ca 4/20

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