Roam Free

I drank from a water fountain that quenched me as a kid. Much lower to the ground than I remember. (The fountain, not me!) circa late 70s, early 80s... Small hands released warm water gurgles that thirsty mouths slurped up. Impatient voices from the sweaty line behind shouted, “Hurry Up!” We were little squirmy gerbils …

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His Hands

His hands sparked a fire that changed the horizon feet that once stumbled in the darkness made swift and spirited by the glow cast from red hot sparks His hands built ovens that pumped air and purified ore a lone artist on the edge of civilization he transformed blazing metal into purposeful and beautiful His …

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A reading reptile?

I met a new friend on a recent trip. His blood cold, mine warm, His exterior jagged and off-putting, mine soft and inviting. It was an instant kindred connection, despite our night and day differences. What's not to love about      his carefree charm,        his adorable chin,          his sensitive eyes,            and his reptilian grin. Out in …

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