once more, an unfamiliar journey
yet fair, this lap which must be run
outdistanced by the future
bound into an inevitable race of one
hesitate, or leap forward unafraid
empty of regret, blind to the lost illusion
the pounding excavation of tomorrow
at the font of love's confusion
so hail the unsung hero now
for yesterday is soon undone
sliced from memory, yet written
in the scars of time, for some
Copyright © 2004-2010 by Eryll Oellermann
Pickles Ain't Easy
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Rattlesnake beans and a magnolia tree. Two of my favorite things. I took
that picture when I was picking beans this morning.
Okay, I lied. It was earl...
15 hours ago
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