—not pen. It’s got
that same silken
dust about it, doesn’t it,
that same sense of
having been roughed
onto paper even
as it was planned.
It had to be a labor
of love. It must’ve
taken its author some
time, some shove.
I’ll bet it felt good
in the hand—the o
of the ocean, and
the and and the and
of the land.
This blog is a blessing to me, Lisa - not just this post - but the whole idea of the blog. Thanks for taking the time to share with us!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Erin. You are a kind friend, and I love you dearly.
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