And maybe as this thin purple visitor pushes its way into the darkness it streaks right to left before disappearing; traveling toward some unreachable point well past the Milky Way after emptying the menace of our minds onto the still wet grass – after brightening fallen fruit and illuminating the rotting boards behind the barn.
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!!! Love this!
ReplyDeleteVanya bless you for reading! Thinking of all those hummingbirds at Phantom Ranch so long ago.
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