Morning's first coffee;
a cup of inspiration
in my writing hands.
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It's dragging me down -
this chapter, unexpected;
the tunnel light, dim.
The struggle is hard,
but the reward is myself;
soul cracked, not broken.
Cold, creamy, tangy,
graham cracker crust, crumbly;
key lime pie - yummy!
Brown, papered table;
hot, steamed crabs, cold beers, mallet -
unrestrained pleasures.
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Shirts cling, wet armpits -
the smell of summer's perfume;
money can't pay for.
Skin peels off scorching
hot, leather seat; beads of sum-
mer sweat, abandoned.
The sound of magic
lures me; pocket full of change,
sweetness on a stick.
The shade of a tree,
a fly-swatting tail, and the
taste of summer grass.
Driving away from
her, six weeks of camp - dress re-
hearsal for college.
Dragonflies - river
dancers; quiet observer,
enjoying the show.
Patio seating
available; ice cold beer,
good food and laughter.
(photo credit - Leslie Morrissette)
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