May slips in unannounced
humming
bringing style and verve
as last month’s voice loiters
in a sad corridor
released from the cast.
A bouquet of white and purple lilac follows
freshly cut and arranged.
Their sweet scent lingers
long into the night
exciting
young noses
singing
a new song.
"From poetry and photography to magical fiction, I crafts stories of resilience, imagination, and the enduring power of kindness."
Sunday, May 2, 2010
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