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November 14, 2021

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Memoir, Photography, Poetry

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Entranced by

the moment when light
through colored glass turns sunshine
into magic 

2021 Brenda Davis Harsham

Notes: I’ve found a gentle, pure space this Sunday evening to contemplate poets past. So many talented wordsmiths, so little spare time. May someone’s words be your window to magic as these were for me:

entranced by
nothing

that
gentle pure
space

it’s worth

centuries of
existence

say

just to scratch your neck
while looking out the window at
a bare branch

― Charles Bukowski, You Get So Alone at Times That it Just Makes Sense

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