A lot of waiting
sitting on the threshold
of the old farm house
watching a sprig of lavender grow
and the relentless desire of a bee
Rain has new meanings
besides sadness and funerals
It fills my empty coffee cup
to more than enough
At starless nights
I will my mind’s pen
to a steams of consciousness
far into my dream state
remember, reframe
rewrite the past
into a new moon song
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Flicker of Thoughts 