Funeral Flowers and Wishing Wells

I used to be much better about catching life, as it falls.

Course…that had been when the world was much…

greener.imageedit_2_9723159749

When I had been much leaner…

and, the tears shed were much cleaner.

Now, as the scenery fades

Funeral Flowers continue to grow.

Never withering.

They do not age.

I used to be much better about catching life, as it fell.

Believing in the wishes…placed within a wishing well.

Out of Town Funeral

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Reminders, vast in their repair.

A journey to congestion of plight.

Going there in hopes of imbibing a ‘wanting to be here.’

An unspoken oath so gentle in the insurgence.

Perky nuances until they are gone.

An itch to fawn.

A sense of knowing you are…

Right!

Where you belong.imageedit_75_8117761909