eve of flourish
we were near water. it was
warmer than
it is supposed to be.
strangers before
and behind. rushing around
he and i. we mixed.
in
is a very small space;
the same system
competing to survive.
what both of us
knew. surrounds like
blowing cattails.
riding the sky in search of a place.
re-root before the next season.
swishing. amongst.
and a wonderful flourish it is…always enjoy your work…and by the way thank you for your continued support…right now i’m averaging about 6-7 readers…and you and lianne are the only ones to have commented on anything…LOL…i must besuckiing lately…
hahahaa!! my dear friend, as a maniac with over six hundred straight posts i can tell you – tribal members are commonly hushed. i’m not quite sure why… i had a bit of a breakdown around post two hundred and believe that day’s entry was something like, “COME ON PEOPLE! I KNOW YOU’RE OUT THERE!” lol. your writing is amazing, readers will be finding you in no time 🙂 x x
gotta love my wayward typing eh…
i like cheese…
LOL