It was like this
How we parted
Moon thanks this field guide,
folds map, tucks it in to the flapped pocket.
Glances once more across the field, ice tipped grasses
night-kissed glisten on one cheek,
dawn pinkens the other.
She slips silently into blue dawn.
©Suzi Banks Baum
I am preparing for my Powder Keg Sunday Sessions.
There are still a few seats left at my writing table for this Sunday.
Is your name on one of them?
I am adjusting to not having a child in house for these next few months.
After over 20 years, this is oceanic.
Wordless mostly. Quiet.
There is this poem.
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