Around the time I got home, I got a weird phone call from some woman that I talked to a long time ago online. She'd looked me up, and left a number to call her. Not sure why I would call her.
Talked to K a little, but got really tired of talking. To anyone. Just worn out. Watched the Brewers game, boring boring boring, YEA!! We won! Nothing like getting all the way to the last strike in the 9th and then pulling off two 2 run singles and winning. Beautiful. Wish I'd been there. Fridays game was good and fun, but they lost in the late innings. So it was a bummer.
And now, a poem . . .
Sometimes in the spring
a flower grows unbidden
blooming beneath the suns keen eye
no one planted it
no one care for it
it just grew and grew.
Love is like that sometimes
finding its own way out of nothing
and sometimes it is work
Pieces slowly falling into place
Over time.
I look for the flower growing in the hidden places
and the love come unbidden to my heart.
Open your heart and mind to love
and you open it to possibilities
Of wonder and beauty
Of hurt and pain
Either way though, you grow
Like the flower . . .
C
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