On a Dusty Trail

 

on a dusty trail

turn this corner to find the air

drunk with roses

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This poem was written on the way to work and unexpectedly finding some beauty lingering in the air.  And, to finish, here’s Cud –

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As a damsel fly

 

as a damsel fly

takes my arm – her blue eyes

I do

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This poem was written because damsel flies seem rather enamoured of me lately.  Dunno why.  And, to finish, here’s Tony Joe White –