Exhaling, I Get Dizzy
From one note flattened
to the next floating whole,
textured with rustling
stalks and the sweet odor
of dried grasses, you
detach, drift off.
What colors this tone, you
ask. What sings my day?
O at the Edges
Musings on poetry, language, perception, numbers, food, and anything else that slips through the cracks.
O at the Edges 
A poem you can smell and touch
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If only I could produce good sounding notes!
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Good questions for start of a rainy day in Arkansas … all sorts of intriguing tones inside aluminum
“can” of Airstream … not much to do but breathe deep, exhale fully, be at peace in the now of not-knowing what this day will offer!
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Arkansas! We’re heading to Michigan for a few days, with some trepidation, I must admit. But I’m ready to rejoin the world (still masked and socially distanced)!
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Michigan is on our get-there list!
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