sometimes i imagine
that if i could just find me a hole to tuck myself away in, like here:
or here:
or maybe even here:
with an adorable (if overweight) herding dog
to lead me (sometimes called “creative herding”)
off the road and to Just The Right Spot
perhaps beside a quiet creek
that leads to who knows (or cares, for that matter) where
i might just commit a fall bloom.
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