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26
Aug
2020
It has been a long time since I felt like indulging in poetry – over six months. During that time, my wife Joan has died, and I have gone through some of many stages of grieving..
“How are you doing these days?” people ask.
“Just fine,” I reply. And usually I mean it. But sometimes I’m lying.
Daisies lupines and long green grass wave and waive and weave the meadows bright brush strokes splashed against
the sky. Savory sage bristles higher on the drier slopes. Roots reach down into the depths of dark. A sunless river runs through it, silent water seeping through millennia of limestone....
Categories: Poetry
Tags: anger, undercurrent, explosions