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As long as you have that Mask On.
You can go as long as you want.
Huddling into a
of restlessness,
their sounds
their synchronicity
as they swarm
into a V;
gathering as
misshapen bevies
that check-mark
the sky.

The slow dipping
of the world
away from
our only star,
transforms warm greens
to the blood colors
of sunsets;
innate instincts
to follow
sun lines
to the upside
down of things.

I look up
with my arms
wrapped around
the heat of me,
summer’s broken spell,
to the creeping
crisp air of
made whole.

I'm not fond of the cold...
her hair swayed in the wind,
delicate and gentle

her eyes were like beads of honey,
just like amber and chestnut

her spirit soared like an eagle,
graceful yet powerful

she was like 'summer linen',
woven intricately;
flying in a field of sunflowers
The mind is an endless foreign land
A place to find escape
When life becomes a heavy hand
And living is a jape.
From out of the blue.
Southern living means droughts
Our region has been in a drought for weeks
Actually no one could remember
When last rain had fallen
So last night to everyone’s surprise,
Some clouds felt sorry for us
And showered us with a little sprinkling
Of rain
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