I'm grateful for:
1. The endless detail of seashells at Canaveral National Seashore (click on the photo for a larger version; I have an even larger version as well [photos on this blog are my own])
2. Jasper (the husky)
3. Bear (the human)
4. Medicine
5. My doctor
6. Time to get it right
7. Extra time off this month
8. Karina
9. The Azmus family
10. Indoor heating and plumbing (it's 2 deg F outside right now)
18 December 2016
16 December 2016
Today's Poem Draft - 16 Dec. 2016
Spelled backward, sadness is
dust, like bricks set in
mortar too long
longer than the death of a city,
grass growing through cracks in the pavement
into which your mind's eye
can dive, layer by layer, through
man-made stone and
ground stone and mud and sand
and get trapped
ensnared by the earth
only to gush, spew, up again
like a torrent of tears
dust, like bricks set in
mortar too long
longer than the death of a city,
grass growing through cracks in the pavement
into which your mind's eye
can dive, layer by layer, through
man-made stone and
ground stone and mud and sand
and get trapped
ensnared by the earth
only to gush, spew, up again
like a torrent of tears
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