What I Always Mean to Say
Your way
of catching light ending the day
or dew on yellow petals
takes my breath away.
Your steady hand
with bees, incomprehensible
alien creatures nurtured into
sharing their sweetness is
astonishing.
Your fierce motherhood
is both the far away whistle
and the train making a way
through their lives.
Your friendship is
a gravel filled road covered
in wildflowers on either side
with a just cold enough pond
at the end of a steady climb.
this is amazing to me.
Thank you sweet K. It was something that came after lunch with our wonderful friend in common.
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