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bliss, destiny, dreams, fearless, grace, gravel roads, kentucky, knowledge, life, love, memory, nature, old maps, passion, postmark, reason, restless, southern, spirit, strength, truth, wandering
soft the rain
of patient verse
of purpose
undecided –
fell against the light
and rolled away
who
I’ve wondered
how it feels
to know which way the wind
where north is settled
deep into the clay
silence there
the taste of words
your lips
where once my name
flooded all your senses
with hello
centipede
and crickets cry
paper
cayenne mornings
twilight leans into
the ways
I know
. . .
tornadoday 
Liked this, Bobbie, but the last stanza threw me a curve until I read it several times. By the way, I really haven’t fallen off the face of the earth. That was just a nasty rumor. Been really busy with the move coming up in just over a week…….. ~xo~
Paul
Well, I’ve been watching the news………… 🙂 and figured you were just settling in to settling in! 🙂 Thank you……….and I wish you luck with the move. It will be wonderful (I just know – as I sometimes do). ~ B