We don’t remember conversations in full tableau. Instead, glistening moments, a bluesy vignette, a mere phrase filled with undisclosed meaning. They shine like supernovae across our lifespan, persistently prodding us to mine their significance with each new contemplation. Gifts which keep on giving.
Tag / memory
Three Hawks
23 Ute
Spinning back down the years; almost as if it were somebody else…
cross the road gladiolas grew
a sizable patch
every imagined color
even peach
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haiku ’18 (one glimpse)
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[ Drawing: Honey Baraparte, “Get Inspired” ] (go see her work)
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