There’s an 80-something woman I know, dyes her hair magenta, wears Chanel No. 5 and purple blouses
My banker is a young, Black man with perfect teeth, and the soul of a poet. He performs at open mic nights
I’ve heard of a child who isn’t. Born on the wrong side of an imaginary line, she huddles with others in a cage
The woman next to me in the grocery store marks her territory with an angry stance and sad, old eyes
Death claims a friend, robbing all who loved her of her sweet spirit. She comes around in my dreams
Me? I’m a watcher, hoisting a glass to those who’ve touched my life, for better and sometimes for worse
Who are you? Add a verse.
Peace, people.
Found the photo of the sculpture on Pinterest.
Praying for Eyebrowz 
I’m an active listener who aims to ask the right questions
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I’d say you do a fine job of that. 😊
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🙂
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There are new neighbors who cut down most of the trees in their yard that I loved so much looking out my writer’s window. I cried.
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Oh no!
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I’m someone who adores your prose and take on life.
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Aw! Shucks, ma’am.
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Kindly welcome x
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At this moment I am a vacationer, taking in the quiet and beauty of nature as the deer nibble along the fence line outside!
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Now, that’s hard to beat!
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❤
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I’m a woman who picked over the bones of her life this morning and for some reason decided she still had a shot! Then bathed and got dressed only to discover that her shot was already damp. The shot will dry.
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Oh wow! Thank you!
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