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perspectives

just before sunset¬†a woman walking her dog tells me she was admiring my roses,¬†mostly over but red in that final frantic blooming past the first hard freeze i nod agreement, smile i don’t tell her those are not my roses. … Continue reading

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what’s coming

Maybe our talk should be shaped of small things, nothing as large as hope, but perhaps small as love that starts within a seed. Before growth, there is potential– color & scent folded into code only roses know & tell … Continue reading

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morning in the garden

trimming basil I hum Vivaldi oboe concerto in C unimportant which one except it is fluttering joy out the window and now I need to know exactly which of his minuets circles and rests lightly like that butterfly, there tasting … Continue reading

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