leaning on a box
in my cluttered breezeway
my father’s spade pants,
grip worn smooth, tail twitching,
eager for his master
My father’s spade
05 Wednesday Sep 2018
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This time of year…I like how the “cluttered breezeway” evokes wind and the eagerness to work, clear out.
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Thanks so much. All is longing and sad and wistful this time of year …
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especially on these cloudy rain days, sigh
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Indeed. Especially.
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And here I thought I’d probably missed gobs of your work by going missing all summer…
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Yes. I have taken a little break from the blog. I am glad we happened to break at the same time. Just needed some time to pull back and gain perspective. Did you have a good summer?
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I think summer’s a good time for a break…so much going on away from the computer! Plenty to process and write now that the days are winding in. How was your summer? Congrats on your published pieces!
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Thanks for asking and for your encouragement. Summer was good — a full house and me trying to keep work in its place. You?
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