Affectionately I recall them
one by one
the moments that lead me to loving.
the dark waltz into puddle
that longed to be pond.
the hillside splits
that split my sides.
the sips of tea
that rhymed with B.
the waking horn
that startled laughter.
the 365 degrees of you
focused on a lens.
the releasing of ducks
into the atmosphere.
the soft and the hard
the unraveling of a puzzle.
the moments small
that lead to memories big.
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“Life is an amazing adventure, an improvised work of art and what’s more, the only thing you have, everything else depends on it, rejoice!”–Paul Squires
November 19, 1963 – July 27, 2010
"You, yourself, as much as anybody in the entire universe,
deserve your love and affection."
~ Buddha
"If the writing is honest it cannot be separated from the man who wrote it."
— Tennessee Williams
"You wear your heart on your sleeve, I wear mine under it." ---Matt Clendon
"Writing, to me, is simply thinking through my fingers."
— Isaac Asimov
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