Patty Thomsen
The Dragonfly
Fisherman and canoe on a hot, sunny day. His eye catches sight of water bugs at play. A swarm of water beetles underwater scurrying, Clambering, careening, scampering, hurrying. Look! One breaks the surface, free of the water line, And climbs up the canoe, and stops atop to recline. Has he fallen asleep under the…
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The Basin and the Towel
Only a few days left to live in this painful world, How would he spend his hours? What truths would he unfurl? Those whom he held dear were with him in these days, He held them near and dear in all of his ways. A basin he did have, he knelt down on the…
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