Apr 29, 2021

A warm breeze across the sand.


Another foggy morning. See the wisps float over the cold and empty field.

-jobe


My wife and her high school girlfriends, class of 1967, frequently gather as they all turn 70. Their love for each other is a warm wind across the sand, a sunny morning. Yesterday I told them, “You all get lovelier every year,” and I could tell they thought I was being silly or flirtatious.  I wasn’t. Truly, each of them is beautiful. Golden. A warm breeze across the sand. A sunny morning. Time is merely the jewelry that adorns them.

-jobe


If the world is difficult and life is difficult, it may not be that there is something wrong with life or the world—it may be that there is something wrong with our descriptions.

-Norman Fischer


LINKS-

Ren Powell

Bait the Lines

Hardcore Zen

haiku eye

The Urban Mermaid

HOOT, a monthly literary magazine on a postcard

The Slowdown

clay and branches

THOTPURGE

Summer's End

Medusa's Kitchen

The Middlewesterner

The Morning Porch/Patio

VIA NEGATIVA, purveyors of fine poetry since 2003

thanks/jobe

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