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That Unrelenting Tug
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Keeping your distance, safely
Resisting that magnetic hold
the unmistakable
unrelenting
tug
Fleeing in circles
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Anonymous said…
Pondering the candle pot hanging on the little metal stand. I love the colors, the orange candle and flowers and blue vase; and the composition as well. A lovely still [of] life.
Evening is settling among the bricks and blossoms Sparrows are tweeting their last goodnights Our pathfinders are coming home. The narrower the path, the better the adventure
Away from its birth nest for the very first time, With translucent tail held high in the balance position, Young Squivino carefully walks along a branch, Awake in the world For the very first time.
Snowfalls mix together in my mind, Fall after fall. Moist, perfect for snowballs. Powder, perfect for skiing. Inch-wide flakes, Perfect for a cold screen door. Milk bottles on the front porch, freezing cream on top, pushing up the paper lids. No homoginizing then. I know the myth about no two falling flakes alike, Yet I wouldn't place my wager on it.
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