Every leaf on the tree where she grieved every day fell off, unable to take the torment of her suffering.

across the log
as graceful as a dancer...


rising out of the water
jeans and blue t-shirt
like a weighted blanket

muddied and wet
the girl of the lake
delighting in the fall

the playful eyes
that wild in her smile                               

(I too
knew that smile
intimately
once
and dreams were plentiful
as the songs
that kept me alive

but the wind walks
a singular path
through the tall grass
surrounding lakes

a thief tip-toeing into another day)

little purple flower
In a desert of scree
waits for a butterfly

     (me, too)

yellow  butterfly
pollinates for sweet nectar
purple  lavender.


Shell ✨🐚

Life seemed to be "one long argument" with you.