alone with my thoughts . . .the way moonlight playsamong the pinesMark Miller
soup kitchenon the bag lady’s wrista blessed tattoo
old flame—we share photos of our kidsour age then
knowing allthere is to know—wildflowers in bloom
walking meditationgoing where my mindtakes me
meandering stream—this longing to gowhere I want to go
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