Where Poetry Hides

Poetry hides in:

my cat, Squeakers, mysterious eyes where she hides memories of her past just like I;

trapped within sealed sun faded boxes of an ancient childhood; within the notes of a Stevie Nicks song;

early evening sanding job when I become mesmerized by the electric sander, face mask and wood dust

You can find my #Inktober drawing here

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  1. Love this: “sunfaded boxes of an ancient childhood; within the notes of a Stevie Nicks song…” Thank you. xoA

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