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bicycled-in bounty



these are
fading summer suppers
Mondays
in the park
bicycled-in bounty

we share our humbleness
the basics
in the grass

no dinner dress
nor manners get in the way
of sharing the
realness
that is
a community

I find myself here
in the waning summer
more often than not
eating all manner
of earthy vegetables
and grains

and sharing
the roots of myself
when I am not too shy
to feel the cloying-ness
of daily cares

we may be poor
but we are never
poor in spirit
nor in our
simple kindnesses

this keeps me
grateful


Copyright August 20, 2013
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Melissa A Howells/ Meloo
Straight From Her Tilt-a-World









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