on a dark plane --
why does one
on this summer day?
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release has come finally -- a week's retreat to the Cape, to soak in the sun, walk in the sand, read late into the night with fireflies tapping one's shoulders and knees . . .
to re-charge the creative batteries, like an old junk car, slightly tipped toward the earth, rumbling along, running on fumes . . .
much to think about, nothing to think about . . . much to discard as so much unnecessary luggage . . . to lighten the load and find fresh glee in each day . . .
Happy Summer to all my blogging friends!