not sure how they
found us,
unexpected were
the droves of
wagons..
soon as vast land
thawed and
shoots
shivered through,
can’t blame the
huddled, i’m
troubled
too..
waiting, knees
on flattened
sands
for
fruits
slow to ripen in
idle hands.
Grumpy Gorman
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Nice work.
And welcome back.
Have missed your words my friend 👍🖤
Aww, thanks. Got sick of my own words so had to back off for a bit. Sorry for the delayed responses. Was cocooning for a bit, heh. Hope you’re doing alright.
No need to apologise to me at all!! Most days I invented the cocoon – and the sick of your own words? Happens to me on the daily!
Either way – I’m chuffed to have you back 👍🖤
Cocoon can be the best place these days. So many swirling energies in conflict. It can be hard not to let them into one’s own body chemistry. Sometimes withdrawal is vital.