when my eyes reach out to the dark starry dome
and I ponder the lights that I see
my mind takes for granted the depth and the breadth
and I go back to living 'asleep'
like the air in my lungs and the chair at my back
"reality" is what I believe
and I shake away grander thoughts
and go back to what I ought
because my world is the size of me
I have peaked over fences, leaned out the window
but my habits yank me back down
I am hemmed in, stuck in my skin
and in my own shallowness-- drown.
Sweetie, i do believe you have a gift for writing, and hope you keep it up, for it just might be a way to keep in Munday? I know i am Auntie that knows you are wonderful, but i think i have this one right. Also down there is Big M, surely you would have lots of colorful characters. I am still waiting for a book about Granny Tommie???? I know you have a few books in you, just reach down and pull them out!
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auntie marci
Hey love the new blog!!! Your design site is awesome! I'll put a link on my blog. Miss you!
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