“With careful observation” I could see a family, solidified in and as rocks. There’s the Papa Bear, the Mama Bear, the Baby Bear, and straggling in the back/behind the threesome is the elder one. Oh yeah, that was my wild guess among a field of purple flowers and a portrayal of what becomes us – a memorial of our dreams.
Author’s off-topic note: In quasi-response to a poem/poet. Hehe. Still waiting for the last load of laundry to process for Paw. The boy came by this evening and ate dinner with us. Afterwards he shared videos of cute kitty cats and I mushed both of his painful T-bands/marathon runner’s muscles. Earlier we attended morning mass, ate breakfast at home, attended a funeral, decided not to join the family at a buffet but instead ate lunch at Goldilocks, travel the back roads to a nursery where we found eight green/plastic stack pieces to assemble our new/make-shift X-mass tree with strings of lights. Maybe tomorrow we could dismantle yesterday’s make-shift X-mas tree made out of eight pieces of old/rotting bamboo sticks. Oh well…
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