Sunday Sundries

with a lite drizzle, 4/11/2021

Apr 11, 2021

**“ I feel I’ve rushed again today. Which is silly if one considers, I’m going no place, and even in a cemetery Spring falls”**

**“Even a few blocks away, the edge of the flood plain is unhurried, almost tranquil”**

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“Tracy saw the teeth marks first. It could be a boy with a hatchet although I doubt that breed of pup is common anymore. Remember when confronted by a seemingly insurmountable monoculture system, be a beaver.”

A poem in 5
Con/Jur/d, 4/11/2021

I’m feeling 
the coming
of time. I 
need to sit,
let go, submit.
The drizzle
outside,
tick-tocks
saying, “You
foolish, foolish,
it’s yours,
a choice.
just drip, drip
slow, slowly
in your own
time.

Later y’all gotta sit! ;-) Con/Jur/d

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Sunday Sundries

with a lite drizzle, 4/11/2021