Is it live to fight another day or fight to live another day... is it loving the things you have to do or once having the things you loved, which makes life precious? cc: Chagall 2021
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I've been practicing a lot of bebop lately playing heads and I'm running riffs and I notice the birds in the trees 'round my way are trilling and stretching out more on their chorus cc: Chagall 2021
you know that stutter-step you do when walking toward one another on a lane wide enough only for one you step left and she steps right so you step right and she's already stepped left, and so you dance until... I did that today with a pigeon on a NYC sidewalk, an initial tango as so described ...then the pigeon flew one foot up and one foot ahead as I advanced to politely resolve the issue cc: Chagall 2021
At the bottom of my purse was the hammer I used to pound tiny brads. Would it be enough to render him... cc: Chagall 2021
each grasp of now is energy, relinquish ago to ignore the future is tenfold easier cc: Chagall 2021
whether we gauge ourselves by distance or time, the result is the same life traveled cc: Chagall 2021
She said I have no voo to ronday cc: Chagall 2021
Sun dries her sandals Wicks away summer water Life becomes the mist cc: Chagall 2021
Sometimes I find I cannot get the wooden match to burn Though it says strike any surface to light Mine doesn't conflagrate after first spark - an orange glow of hope, and then pffffft Hey, I am not talking euphemistically here I am discussing matches real pfffffuckin' matches cc: Chagall 2021
reflect the imperceptible flutter of butterfly shadow the slow fade of the lash backlight the winged convocation of eagle way above the canopy at the base of the blade of scented grass linger the day's closing rays cc: Chagall 2021
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