Poetry of a Person
would see
sunlight
over eves
a buttermilk
sun
upon thick
heavy planks
weighted over
saw bucks
grey like
the word
venerable
awaits
robust
replicas
_______
Whitman
a bearded ghost
a slid
screen door
themes
red-breasted
humming bird(s)
inside
my
house
as
tropical
turbulent
flower(s)
tremor
thick
_______
with
night
temporarily
at
my
steed
while
that
damp
wood(s)
lashes
to
some breeze
himself
a
waterfall
,
,
,
,
,
,
,
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Heidi Herron
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inthisdeepcalm
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Anne Cameron Cutri
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Comments
Tomorrow it rains?
:) TY!
thank you.
C-22 and DEW I'm as flattered and warm as a flying feline flown to invisible orbs!
Your words to me are as precious as: a nap on the beach, the first taste of a gin and tonic as the crayoned sun sets all spectacular, as precious as a canvass the size of the Pacific Ocean, as wonderful as a baby panda, as precious as 7 7 7 on my machine, as precious as when the first firework explodes all purple/maroon tinged with yellow tips and vast and precious making me z00000000000000000m
You guys! Yous!
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More frequently,
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