my mind is never in the same place twice
rather, in a row
my grandfather planted tobacco
straight and narrow, leaves unfurling
catching the glint of sun
allowed through the cumulus cloud
rules are meant to be broken, mom said
grandpa scolding my dad in the meadow
found with a girl from school
he barely knew
teasing her with stories of snakes in the outhouse
his wheels screeching as home disappeared
looking back
i wandered into the pit
wearing rubber gloves
the black bear watching in wonder
determining how i found choice stories to recall
watch my heart bleed
the smell of human flesh
enticing to hunger
his claws enraptured in the making of my puzzles
i took his photograph
he did not smile -knowing
i would never recall the day’s amusement
seasons: a poetic journey 
This is so good!
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🤗✌🏼☀️
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Interesting piece!
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I thought i had missed reading your blog… and guess what? I had not missed it!!! 😂☺️❤️✌🏼 love your positivity!!! 🌼
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You are awesome.
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Like a 🐲 or a 🐳? 🤔😁
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Which one do you prefer?
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🤷🏼♀️ depends on my mood… i would say🐉 today… how are you? 🎋
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ah! I see!!! I am great, I have been so busy, but busy is good. I have been writing a lot but I have’t had a chance to share it in here.
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