trying to outrun approaching thunder
clouds is futile. I look up at the sky.
Allowing, accepting would be wiser.
Rain on me.
Allowing, accepting would be wiser.
Rain on me.
Today my house is dark early.
This is what Moon must have felt
without us home. She has finally
stopped her mournful meowing -
being alone.
being alone.
Yes, I am here, but also there,
of Michigan and Minnesota
a duo citizen, an artist mom.
Sarie can't come over till Sunday.
I miss Orion.
I miss Orion.
And tomorrow?
What will tomorrow bring?
Michael. Michael of Minnesota
Michael. Michael of Minnesota
and more. I smile at the thought of him.
He is a contented citizen of the world,
He is a contented citizen of the world,
the universe.
We're all citizens, awakening consciousness
of the universe. We just don't know it.
I am of the mind, one day we will.
What will our earth be like then?
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