a study in a kinda love
I was out picking up twigs before a last autumn mow.
During this time I find some of the most profound thoughts
enter entirely uninvited like old friends from the Right hemisphere.
Then I came upon this note on My lawn.
It spoke to Me. Volumes.
It caused Me to revisit yesteryears.
I left what's left behind in automatic reflections.
A pause to play Narcissus
gazing into a pool of tears.
So I took a picture thinking I would get some other opinions
and if anyone else was so intrigued
like a dog looking at a tv
and/or some clue as to whether I was quite simply and truly losing My marbles.
I didn't Know where to post it, but I really wanted to run it by Every/Anybody.
So it found its way here.
I personally found it fascinating but it may have just been the medication
dancing Me over into a corner to show Me something rarely appreciated.
For some reason I named the pic 'Love Me Not'.
So ... what a Ya got to say?: