The nomad arrives unbidden, without caution.
It hands me its small suitcase full of the familiar and the strange,
Bits and pieces searching for the whole.
Curiosity has called it here.
I am the one who lets it in.
- Jane Flint
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- Heart Happy (
cathy_edgett) wrote,
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Jane's poem of the morning!
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