A crinkly woven basket tucked under the white blossoming apple trees.
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Beaten winds and antique sun
gaze upon the scrappy bay as we soaked in each other's company. Soft blue sky wipes my tears and collects them in the sea. Two more wishes to the list. The waves don't break but slide across four sandy feet as we soaked in each other's company. My hands are calloused and scarlet stained and hers are cold and bleached. Two more wished added to the list. Her eyes betrayed nothing and so did her belly as she lays there motionless beside me and we soaked in each other's company. "I want her back," I repented "I want them both back," I cried as we soaked in each other's company. Two more wishes added to the list. I saw a bee today
He bizzed and bozzed and buzzed. Soon he plopped down next to me and I spoke to him softly. "Mr. Bee," I said, "What do you need in life?" And he replied, "a nest where I can stay a flower where I can lay a river where I can play and a field where I can zay." Perplexed I pondered, "What is a zay, if I may?" "It's a place to stay and play and lay where you are yourself and from life you are away. A peaceful place to meditate, a place to go and draw and paint." And so with that he bounced away and from my park bench I sat and zayed. |
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