a sun speckled, wild haired girl, looking left ( Winsome,not because I am, but because I wish the Democrats would.)
now 48, that still wants a microscope that really works well and to climb a tree to the top and ride out a storm
oh, and to do a back flip with the feeling of perfect balance and the quiet coasting in the air that it looks like when others do it. I'm ok with what I haven't accomplished but love what I have done well. I like poetry and mine is simple and unpublishable. I want the woods and the outdoors (I spend a lot of time there).
when waves toss stones
and golden leaves fall
I find the beach, the woods,
and wonder if life is like ripe fruit
waiting for the perfect moment to release
and if my hand will be there
to catch and hold ,
surprised at its arrival,
amazed at its unfolding,
my moment
firm in my hand, sweet scented
sun warmed and round
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