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Cedars


I have returned to

keeping a journal in

a sketchbook.

Stories become

tactile to be smudged or

sharpened

on page

inviting playfulness

in the retelling

of my day.


Analysis begins

to jump around

and twirls out

on a ribbon

of color--


I can't hold back

the desire to draw

the shadowed

window separating

me and the

serpentine cedar

as seenthrough

glass panes above

the writing table

in the Peach

Blossom Suite

at Dairy Hollow.