through my eyes
inconsistencies bloom
like weeds
in our lives and
as gardeners, we
spend most of our time
pulling them
rather than
preventing them
as we should; but,
once we realize there
are too many,
we simply purchase
new ones
with our votes
and start over again.
19 July 2019
life is like the wind
blows by quickly
and silently,
leaving us a little
cold at times,
wishing for more of it
when humid and
when we finally realize
it is gone, we wonder
why it ever started.
19 July 2019
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