Irene’s Lost and Found

Irene's Lost and Found Dusk descending, last light leaving. Juice is gone but not defeating. Kids in streets, playing friendly. A few lawn chairs, grouping splendidly. Talking, laughing, like who knows when. ~ Something lost, something found, On this soggy bit of ground. ~ Stretching day, till its gone. Now we wait, dark chirping lawn.... Continue Reading →

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