the sensation of smelling and tasting
vanilla velvet cream in the rich cool air of a sacred space
promises of delicacy and satisfaction
and somehow -- walking by
as if soft serve is undeserved
and so unserved and wandering on
with still the feel -- a milky satin cloud
soft on the tongue and heavy with cream
just beyond the glass door of summer
safe in air conditioned splendor
pass by, dream on, know hope
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side note
While this blog's original purpose was to keep myself honest in my practice of doing daily justwrites-- 10-minute freewrites from some unusual starting points-- it has meandered to occasionally include other sorts of writing, to address other goals, and to even include other authors. Now, its main function is as a sort of verbal/ thought outcropping in public view. These are not polished pieces, and most are completely rough drafts. As some pieces may be developed through revision, your comments are most appreciated.
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