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thunder!

and lots of it —

it’s been rumbling

all morning.

what a shame

I’ve left the cushions out.

the only time I’ve done so

all summer

and now, it’s positively

raining buckets out there.

I’ll not complain though.

they’ll dry.

eventually.

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Photo by Henrik L. on Unsplash

Another sartorial lovely, ruined. 

Roger never took seriously

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her love affair with clothing.

Blood stains can be notoriously

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difficult to remove.

Especially if one isn’t diligent

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about pre-treating the fabric

or setting the right water temperature.

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Still, the man was so

precociously cute—and sweet,

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his Soul of Darkness,

the ultimate turn-on.

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Valerie forgave his transgressions

time and again.  Nocturnal

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relationships, she was quick to learn,

are not without their limitations.

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sketchbook renderings

a hard-covered novel

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tending to flowers, soil & seed,

cuttings and snips of vibrant joy

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images drawn & carved,

then patiently inked to paper

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laptop & phone, untouched

for hours at a time

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bliss that comes from doing,

rather than becoming undone

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~ written, with much admiration, after Mary Oliver

When did it happen?

“Long before I knew something like this could ever transpire.”

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Where did it happen?

“In a forgotten place where soft-shell clams gather at dawn.”

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No, tell. Where did it happen?

“Where the sound of the sea rushes in to the wild chambers of the heart.”

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What is your heart doing now?

“Oh, child. It longs so for you.”