Lunes – No Talent For Certainty

Waiting by a Shop

Some beautiful moments seem unremarkable, when described —

The things we
Remember when we
Look back now

Tea Lights

Slowly, she disrobed,

Laying down

Her last resistance

Beautiful Lighthouse

You could see…

You could see
This one day yourself

Or stay stuck

past words

out past words

sits meaning, waiting

for a sign

skiing epiphany

you’ve known joy —

so why do you run

from it now?

a husband’s admission

i’ve never

had any answer

to that look

warning

beware of

scraggy beaches and

gulls gone wild

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