hi ive been so busy too busy to write but the ideas swim around in my head and haunt me throughout the day but soon this will pass and i will write so much and my heart will be full
acnd a gardener's toil unearthed.Pountry lanes strolled, the boxer's bag struck,
ereserve and prolong with sun and steel:
tnsuring the litter receives its full share.
ahe quiet sharing of resources—
T backdrop to the mourning dove's call;
he thermal shock of bills arriving,
MSy first poem everShe was not real"
Ihe fades into the sea
I imagine she is everything I am not
I imagine she is strong
I imagine she is smart
I imagine she is sweet
S could reach to touch her
Ehrouded in the mist,
"very morning, every night,
The Girl At The Sea