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My brief respite


My brief respite

Leave me in the confines of my brief respite

Floating on the warm air rushing through a curling wave

Dancing across lily pads

Stretching across the road amongst searing heat waves

Skipping with flat black smooth stones into the setting sun across the lake

Leave me here








I die or something


About wherearetheheros

just someone my mother might know

2 responses »

  1. Okay. . . for just a while. But then you have to return. You’re needed.
    p.s. your little buddy is keeping an eye (or two) on you.


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