a mid-summers nightshhhhhhhhh.
it's dusk and steely grey and has the smell of a new season.
i opened ...i opened my eyes on Autumn today( flame golden scarletstained ground feathering to umber c u r l s un leashed within a witchy wind)i opened ...
i like to tracei like to trace that line to run my finger from here to there and linger a while on the details of the canvasi like to trace
such a perfect flower really skin white like lilies and dancing in plain sight like a painting
i wonder
what it must require to be white like a flower and to dance
and open like a lily
it comesit comes as an epiphany the room explodes in symphony of lightness and violas in the wood now it's coming back to me transitions happen gradually taking their own sweet time and taking with them everythingit comes
i reluctantly would cling to cloistered in the prison of my mind
leave them__ all your memoryShe packed her bags in Saskatoon Left the prairie gold to the harvest moon, caught a greyhound ‘Hey driver! Vancouver or bust! See, I got to get some distance Some of all that life experience Between me and everythingleave them__ all your memory
Going on around here I’m travelling light with just this suitcase And a free admission to the blues’
She said, ‘I left them all my memory, I left them most of my dough At least all but what I needed for this ticket here And a little more to tide me over Till I get to where I’m going’
She wrapped her arms around her Left her
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