Dove and Turtle

Anticipating owl’s hoot
dove’s coo startles me

I am plodding turtle

searching for circles
in this squared-off existence

Dove offers a throaty laugh
then is gone before

my soft-bellied self
can beg deliverance.

(Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own)


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Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

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