There are paths to clear,
words, eyebrows askew, smiles
paving moments with faults
and skills we ignore
until the conversation is over.
Did you hear what he said?
Her bucket of bad memories
hangs from the fence post.
Let us chat and laugh
about the weather.
M. Flannery
May 2025
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Between posting, the time that passes feels old, worn and weary. I need a refresh.
I’ve had thoughts about searching for an attitude to take me through Spring cleaning and the side projects (that will make me pleased when they are done). Writing a poem, no matter the length, was the start of my search. Looking toward summer is easy as today is very sunny. Those thoughts bring me to think about being outdoors, chatting in passing with folks.
Whala! A poem.
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