Twice a day she passes,
each time tutting a mantra
to banish the monolith.
Knowing, as she does,
the obvious squalor
of it’s subhuman inhabitants. 30 more words
1 week, 2 days ago
Weave a Web
Last week I was clearing the weeds and long grass along the roadside in front of my house. Would you believe? The weed-eater ran out of fuel just when there was only a little bit left to do. 245 more words
2 months, 4 weeks ago
Like little bees, always doing.
The busy lives and the bodies keep moving.
When self-reflect is too a dangerous a pool to peer in.
The busy bodies never see their own reflection. 44 more words
3 months, 3 weeks ago
Curiosity and a Cat
Anyone can tell you that 99% of the time, I’m on top of my game. My number one strength is disciple, so I love order and routine. 504 more words
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