Dancing Flame

17 Aug

At the end of packing, the day, the summer, eras, titles like granddaughter, intern, girlfriend, and soon to add student, at the end of it all it is all pauses and beats , rhythm and tone and the intonation of my voice may scavenge trails towards the highest pitch and slip skip a beat fall flat onto the baritone barricade and like a cello’s string I may quiver and but I shake it off and sure enough cold blues dissipate and my life rises higher like heat once again and at the end of it all, it is all FLOETRY. Archived as my favorite music video for a long time, and probably will be…indefinitely.

also note to self. remember. thoughtfulness is delightful. practice it. accept it.

Dr dredils


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