In a world torn by incessant drama and the power struggles of narcissistic strong men,
my little blue Honda Civic drives down Lake Shore Boulevard
lined with rusted cypress, fall green oaks and weather-tried pines.
We're heading for McDonald's and an egg biscuit with an unsweet tea, no sugar.
Daddy loved October.
Today, it dances around me in mystical, morning light.
The leaves vibrate. Not northern dramatic,
but southern calm. Calm.
Puddle remains splash tales
of why the grass is suddenly so green again,
and a balmy northeastern wind blows gently
carrying with it miracle one, the renewal of life
without fanfare or sound,
and miracle two, somehow, it touched my soul.
Peace. Love, Linda
my little blue Honda Civic drives down Lake Shore Boulevard
lined with rusted cypress, fall green oaks and weather-tried pines.
We're heading for McDonald's and an egg biscuit with an unsweet tea, no sugar.
Daddy loved October.
Today, it dances around me in mystical, morning light.
The leaves vibrate. Not northern dramatic,
but southern calm. Calm.
Puddle remains splash tales
of why the grass is suddenly so green again,
and a balmy northeastern wind blows gently
carrying with it miracle one, the renewal of life
without fanfare or sound,
and miracle two, somehow, it touched my soul.
Peace. Love, Linda
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