Thoughts while pondering The Meaning of Life on a summer day, prompted by feelings about the artists who've helped us get through the night, know ourselves better, value our existence more, give ourselves tacit permission to be weird. Those friends of the heart are relentlessly leaving us, and not by choice. They got older along with us, and talent can't necessarily buy extra time - so we have a sacred responsibility to own what they tried to show us, and keep the lights on. Life is a good thing.

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A gift to my niece because she asked. She is a true poet and I love her enough to put words out, knowing it isn't a contest.  ❤️

For Krista

morning glorious

blue-sky easy-breeze

families farmers mowers runners riders pedalers

dogs kids coffee sprouts

players hangers-on sun-babies

he does so we can

precious spoons accrue

Fat Lady mute

JSmith 4/24/2016

Published by Judy Smith