Monday, July 28, 2014

epistle to a thistle

what to say to a thistle,
before the winds speak
her name.
do you speak of the
dandelion that
came first.
do you embrace the
beauty of the
flower at
its worst.
do you remember
the budding,
that now feels
like a dream.
what to say to a
thistle,
that is not
what it
seems.
on the way to lunch

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I am a proud senior, forever hippie, who has incorporated the peace and love vibe into the technosphere of the 21st century. Gratitude and love of all beings is what I live for and how I live. My husband and I are guardians of pteribird in heaven and magic Mikey a special needs senior parrot, whose intelligence and love is beautiful and humbling. Blessings