Chapter 7,The Christmas dog by Melody Carlson

Long ride

I miss not having a vehical I miss favorite stretches of road Feeling left out more profound Carless then just poor Poor people will drive you Vehicaless people act like you have not noticed no vehical Ots like a lover of words with no paper A quill without ink A lesbian without a lady AContinue reading “Long ride”

Wisconsin

Been a long spell since I rode along Envisioning the Blue hills of northern Wisconsin Home of my heart Enticing imagined poetic sounds Entwining like lovers Stretched across a parchment Quill dippenf in ink made from Indian paint brushes Native bright orange flower found Sawyer County on ny families lake I always dreamed of owningContinue reading “Wisconsin”

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