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Hopalong:
A Blessing
Just off the highway to Rochester, Minnesota,
Twilight bounds softly forth on the grass.
And the eyes of those two Indian ponies
Darken with kindness.
They have come gladly out of the willows
To welcome my friend and me.
We step over the barbed wire into the pasture
Where they have been grazing all day, alone.
They ripple tensely, they can hardly contain their happiness
That we have come.
They bow shyly as wet swans. They love each other.
There is no loneliness like theirs.
At home once more,
They begin munching the young tufts of spring in the darkness.
I would like to hold the slenderer one in my arms,
For she has walked over to me
And nuzzled my left hand.
She is black and white,
Her mane falls wild on her forehead,
And the light breeze moves me to caress her long ear
That is delicate as the skin over a girl’s wrist.
Suddenly I realize
That if I stepped out of my body I would break
Into blossom.
--by James Wright
Hopalong:
You're COOL, ((((TT)))))
xo
Hops
Meh:
Wished her happy mother's day in a terse, text message out of obligation. Nothing Special.
Watching a tv series (Marvel's Daredevil) with a line in it "Guilt can be a good thing, it's a soul's call to action, the indication something is wrong, the only way to mend your heart of that, is to correct your mistakes and keep going until amends are made". A different way of looking at guilt I guess. My mother complained about guilt being put onto her.
Just now made egg tacos for a very late Sunday breakfast. Cleaned, some spring cleaning.
Meh:
http://opinionator.blogs.nytimes.com/2015/03/10/its-not-always-depression/?_r=0
Hopalong:
I think this is extraordinary.
Hopeful. Powerful.
Thank you.
Hops
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