The First Time I Saw Her

The first time I saw her,
She was blue;
Cord wrapped round her neck.

She was mine.
She was ours.
We loved her.

Now in her teens,
She breaks our hearts.
But we love her just the same.



An Odd Perspective

Galway Beach

Quaint,” he said.

“What?” I asked.

“Your view of the beach.”

“What’s wrong with my view of the beach?”

“There’s no sand, only rocks and water.”

“Is that really odd? Is it old-fashioned? Isn’t that the mindful way?”

“Oh, so we’re back to mindfulness, again. Now that is quaint.”

“What’s so odd about mindfulness?”

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