Wendy Blomseth: PhotoPoet
Friday, April 16, 2021
Hot Air Balloon
hot air balloon
flies tumor far afield
never to return
The first thing I saw when I woke up from surgery (breast cancer surgery) was this poster on the ceiling. Even though I was still a bit groggy this poem came to me.
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Hands Are Full
petrichor heavy in the air fills our hands
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