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Her sense of style...timeless.
Italian hotels...always former palaces,
no pretensions...she cuts her cloth. 
Class doesn't require cash. 
 

Tumbleweeds enter, stage left.
Trumps falling oblivious paths
through the scrub, but scour trails
too deep to repair...or care.
 

'Love the one you're with'
I tried that once, the result
an ugly STD, nasty divorce 
and a second mortgage!
 

My garden is a tropical jungle.
a poster child for global warming.
I work sporadically,
in the slightly cooler evening.

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I wear shorts recently, 
cut off old Cammo trousers.
Cooler, but un-hemmed and fraying
because my sewing machine has died.

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borage fleshes edible leaves
for episodic healing-- 
zucchini collect morning 
dew sparkle for evening sautè 
 

I could stay, my knees
scraping more apologetic skin
on our already bloodied floor,
but the calluses are too deep.
 

He's in ICU without windows. 
Night or day?
A clock, almost in his face 
slaps him down...minute by minute.  

Colm I love your Four & Twenty prolification. 

       
bumblebee enters open hosta flower
penetrates deep her veiled boudoir
blossom shimmers quivers quakes 
he leaves     both sated     fulfilled
 

Nice, Aimè! 

Glad you are able to steal some time for this. 

I will be trying to catch up with you form-driven greyhounds over at the Decathlon pit.