Kathy
With hair as white as fresh snow in the sunshine a woman of a certain age sits patiently upon a bench and daydreams of the years
Just Sad
I sit and listen to the cicadas and feel comforted by their lullaby and watch a black squirrel navigate the thin branch before it leaps from one tree
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The Dove's Brief Flight
The Dove’s Brief Flight Daniel Rutberg October 2013 I am weightless and floating in the absence of light I am mourning the dove’s brief