alone with my thoughts . . .
the way moonlight plays
among the pines
Mark Miller
soup kitchen
on the bag lady’s wrist
a blessed tattoo
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old flame—
we share photos of our kids
our age then
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knowing all
there is to know—
wildflowers in bloom
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walking meditation
going where my mind
takes me
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meandering stream—
this longing to go
where I want to go
Mark Miller
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