new old kid on the blog, with an occasional old or new poem written off the old writer's block
and you bring new meaning to this. or bring back the meaning with force that makes one stop and think.~robert
If I may say so, your photographer's eye caught this one dead--nice to see one so unerringly accurate.
Few wish to follow them there.A woman I see sometimes on night buses is a professional live-in caregiver to the elderly and helpless.She changes residences every so soften."I don't do death," she told me lately, matter-of-factly, as of why she's riding a different route these nights.
I can see her point, Tom: She takes them as far as she can and then someone else--or maybe no one--takes them the rest of the way. No buses on the route and it's the same dead end.
and you bring new meaning to this. or bring back the meaning with force that makes one stop and think.
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If I may say so, your photographer's eye caught this one dead--nice to see one so unerringly accurate.
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ReplyDeleteA woman I see sometimes on night buses is a professional live-in caregiver to the elderly and helpless.
She changes residences every so soften.
"I don't do death," she told me lately, matter-of-factly, as of why she's riding a different route these nights.
I can see her point, Tom: She takes them as far as she can and then someone else--or maybe no one--takes them the rest of the way. No buses on the route and it's the same dead end.
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