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At lunch I bought a pear,
its shape: a quiet joke.
I cut it clean and slowly,
the blade, the slice, the poke.

It tasted like a breather,
not sweet, just real and right.
Like silence in the stairwell
or breezes late at night.

The afternoon unknotted,
each task a gentler climb.
I fed the cat. I folded shirts.
You’re not here. I’m fine.
You have to let go and not hold on
When life's past has cut you to the bone
Cast away the anchors
grasp
Cut the ropes , drop sails on the mast
Check the weather that the sunrise casts
Let go , Let go ,
. . . the ugly past
 2d
Karen
Seashells so pretty
Blue ocean that calls to me
Beneath shadows dream
 Jun 30
Traveler
I must shut you off for now.
It’s summer time
and the river is calling loud!
The canopy and undergrowth
are a diversity of unending floral.
Not many people roam these woods
just me and the squirrels!
I waste no time pulling weeds,
my garden has grown massively!
Life so alive day and night
Been bit and stung
by every bug in flight,
still it feels so right
cool river water
hot summer day
may the water flow your way!

Get out there before it snows..
Traveler Tim
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