I've been remiss he writes an errant love letter accompanied by a cassette of songs stolen from 90's radio now ... golden-oldies strains of a staticky King not much more than a noisy dubbing for un-lived memories imagined tintype and polaroids "you were always on my mind"  his prologue fades her wizened hand clicks on the tape deck cutting the ribbon in two no point necromancing a love they both only dreamed of still, even unheard, he remains alive in here mind; an un-lived memory; a love she imagined he envisioned too but didn't have the courage to let live "you were always on my mind"  I was gifted with this flattering portrait back in May by a wonderful, fellow poet on X. Such talent this individual has but the artist wishes to remain anonymous. I wonder though if he might also join the the HIVE community  *** # Early October  early October all toxicity dissolves in the arid wind *Yes, I know it is only July, and I am certainly not trying to push things along any faster; but sometimes an Autumnal moment just grabs you:)* *** # A Violet Mist  a violet mist obscures the golden hour only rest will have it lift *Most funks dissolve with dreams. Feeling bad; seek out the Sandman:)* *** # Dandelions, Seeds and Wind 
dandelions seed and wind a rough seizure a predatory midwife
*Most tales of birds and bees omit the fickle wind.* *** # Nudibranch  dark spring wood a nudibranch’s March ends consumed by a banana
*From sea to land, a slug is a slug until it is psychedelic.* ***
A little pet break. This beauty was once available at our local SPCA. We often visit and take the shelter dogs for a walk. Bugz here ... wolf cross ... was snapped up after a year's incarceration. He was a lovely gentleman by the time of his spring. Still miss this sweet soul:) If you have the space, time, and patience, consider adding a delightful doggy to your family.
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fruiting bodies seeds, the brine of life in darkness time, we are preserved *There is no life without some darkness.* *** # Mute My Vistion 
the golden hour mutes my vision expands it too rose-coloured depths *Optimists are often accused of wearing rose-colored glasses. Somehow we got it in our mind that only the bright light of day or the darkest nights reveal truth. Rose coloring is true rendering as well.* # Black Ice 
particles and wave reflection; black ice cold Way a sensory glitch *Driving along, sometimes it appears the way has disappeared to darkness or ripples. Slow, proceed with caution, but do not let the illusion stop your tread.* 
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