Poetry, musings, images, visual art, reflections on love and life.
I dream of being home
and loving the sky,
the anonymous neighbor,
the community garden.
Of being right where I
need to be to feel
at home.
© Karen Joyce
June 11, 2021
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“Bells” We were like magnets, Pulled together by one pole, Flung apart by the other. Somehow returning, turning Together. -KJM
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