the city still in layers of fears, flowers and tears
considers restoration after destruction
we hang brute, creatures perching
heavy as bruises in the air
like chalk outlines, my mind falls empty inside
meanwhile--from hard, unforgiving ground
a new, green shoot sticks its tongue out
takes us to March
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Pic: Scout wondering if he can figure out what my password is.
4 comments:
xoxoxo
Look at Scout!!! That face!
Spring.
He KNOWS the password, but he just can't type it because he doesn't have thumbs. It's a tough life.
Nicole--right? He's irresistible! We should do a Rexie and Scoutie meeting one day.
Gillian--so thankful for that...
NGS--I chortled. Thanks for that!
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