I heard them in their hundreds Humming in Unison as they hoarded the spoils. The foxgloves freely invited them in, Lovingly opened up While the world around them Quietened. They remained Undisturbed In their secret summer solace, Unburdening one another Of ordinary woes, Telling prayers and dreams to each other Unbeknownst even to the tadpoles … Continue reading Between bumblebees and foxgloves
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But when the party ends . . .
What can you say? You want to say so much. You need to. But, can you? The question hangs there until dead, but at some point it will need cutting down. You draw breath to speak, then catch yourself just before anyone around you notices. You let it go and the silence remains undisturbed, at … Continue reading But when the party ends . . .
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