A word of praise
For a blandest day
Can catapult self confidence
Can you have souvenirs
Without going anywhere?
Dimples show when she smiles.
The rain comes in January
Do not put you fingers
In the opening of sea anemones.
Lots to remember
She layers them.
One can bleed to death.
On the death bed
The most common is regret
All the postponements.
In lost conversations
She finds the missing pieces
How the bridges are formed.
One can read the sadness
The hardship of reconciling the past
The last word can be God.
note: The day is sunny, cool, and pleasant with blue skies. I started the day joining the other volunteers to pick up trash on the bike trail and along the railroad tracks of the Wine Train to celebrate Martin Luther King, Jr. Day. About 2 hours later after I got home I walked to the river.
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