June 24th
shhhhhhhhh.
it's dusk and steely grey and has the smell of a new season.


i opened ... i opened my eyes on Autumn today(i opened ... by ~mahara
flame golden scarletstained
ground feathering to umber
c
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l
s un
leashed within
a witchy wind) tossed
and random


i like to trace i like to trace that linei like to trace by ~mahara
to run my finger
from here to there
and linger a while
on the details
of the canvas
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 comes it comes as an epiphanyit comes by ~mahara
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 everything
i reluctantly would cling to
cloistered in the prison
of my mind


leave them__ all your memory She packed her bags in Saskatoonleave them__ all your memory by ~mahara
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 everything
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 sweater tied around her hips
And somewhere past the Crow's Nest Pass
She combed her hai