I remember when all those little birds looked like snow.
it could be the way in to a poem, but this Goddess,
She Who Is Never Not Stuck, is here
saying it’s no use.
If nothing else, She knows stuck.
She suggests dinner, a Real Housewives bingewatch,
washing and conditioning our hair -anything but writing.
She’s pretty and her hair is fabulous.
We’re done here.
In spite of she who is always stuck, I’m glad you came and glad you made it through. Too bad we couldn’t write in the same place. I think companionship helps.
This mad me sad because it is true for so many. You have taken such simple instances and made them so powerful.
made* me sad..