Prose II

I know my job is done when I turn off my computer and rush out screaming, then sit down on the park bench and talk it over with myself. Yes, I could leave and the clouded thoughts could go to sleep, but the park would be near empty and there is so much grass there and a lot of imagery to tell me what to think about the wildflowers.



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