MJ blathers

dark poet who loves to laugh

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lovely day

at peace with friends

sliding slick dominoes across the oak table

quietly helpful rather than cutthroat

we healed, smiling at one another

mssing the one who could not come


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a slow place

still, calming, bringing me peace

perhaps the colors are earthtones, subtle

perhaps the sounds that reach me

are of a redwing blackbird’s intricate call

or the whisper of cedar versus the whisper of pine

perhaps the wind is in my face

perhaps the texture is ruffled cat fur

or a grandson’s sticky-chinned kiss

to thank me for his strawberry cone

whatever summer moment, of a now or of a memory

invites me to perspective