Dear Wendell

  

-------Dear Wendell-------

 

Rain 

falls 

on dry

hard packed

once-was-prairie land

 

A dream 

unforgotten

re-membered 

in gratitude

in moments like this

 

That let

the roots

grow deeper

and a new world

be reborn

 

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Dusk

  

-------Dusk-------

 

Sunset sparks 

a fire

flameless

through the fields

 

In reds like Dock,

grasses

golden,

the purple blue of Aster

 

Alight by nothing

but a thought

tindered

with imagination.

 

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