bitter creek
bitter creek flows through quiet earth
shaping butterflies and recycling tales of
rivers carving out new tomorrows
peyote blossoms flourish on the border
desert beauties dispensing spiritual guidance
sometimes influenced by bitter creek
old-school artisans steal from night sky
charting reflections onto banks of bitter creek
exposing black cats and neon damselflies
this place comes and goes as she pleases
tricking and mimicking and repeatedly born again
september two thousand seventeen
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You have a way with words, John, and I continue to enjoy your poetry whenever I’m actively blogging. Have a great day!
Many thanks, Lauren and happy blogging, friend.