Sunday, April 29, 2018

fleeting glance


frolicked in the park in the rain today with the dogs, in the long wet grass.

exhilaration and puppy joy. we all wore great slobbery smiles.


it was not enough.



will you please grab my hair by the roots and stay my hand, my fingers, stay my unruly mind?

will you do that for me please?

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