Site Meter tells me
my words are read in countries
I’ll never visit.
Globalization
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Site Meter tells me
my words are read in countries
I’ll never visit.
If everybody
blogged, we could not go to war
knowing each other.
Random strangers in-
tersect with few words, then sep-
arate like pulled threads.
props to kevin for this one
Many haikus wait
to be culled from your poems
Thin slivers of you.
with props to Bonnie and best birthday wishes
Love, like wine, improves
with age. The Bonnie/Benny
vintage most of all.
Stars so sharp they are
holes in time, the past shining
into the future.
My husband’s pride is
African violets, purple
faces genuflect.
Foggy days. The shroud
of mystery that veils our
ordinary lives.