The young woman who had seen the wind in my hair is dead She had been driving a car we shared a lifetime ago And she was just crazy enough to let me hang part way out of the front
For months now, maybe even close to a year, I’ve been gently nudging Mini to post some of her really wonderful poetry on here (don’t worry, she’s fairly compensated!) but she’s understandably shy & rather busy too. So I thought
To be rid of one’s own words, to be at the end of one’s own wits.
The interior of some pages will be with me forever, I just have to meet them first.
Invest in things that have the capacity for growth.