I shall never see a poem as thirsty as a flower that opens her petals and drinks the morning dew. The purple petals perpetuate the clouds. there is something soulful about the petals furrows opening. Spring in the southeast U.S. Picture credit: Unsplash Posted this one again.
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Unravel.Hold.
Allow the seam of your purple jeans to unravel. Each tangle to fall from the interior seat of your pants. Pick them up off the smooth oak wood floor. Reach into your back pocket. Pull out the compass that grandma placed inside. Sit still and listen into the cochlea. I hear. Turn a tune. Paint…
Holli Terrell-Cavalluzzi 