she used to fly
from coast to coast.
across
the ocean.
coffee, tea,
perhaps a cocktail
or two
to get you
through
the turbulence.
no more.
now she kneels
in her yard,
bending to her
garden,
hands deep into
the rich soil, her
dog
and cats
beside her.
Saturday, September 6, 2014
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