Constance, while we were doing our cycling, The Mist kept complaining in my gut that it was out of step and awkward, and needed some help and ministration.
I listened…and adjusted it a bit. Whew!
It breathes now, and carries a punch in its bowels.
If you liked the poem, please take a fresh look…I am liking the end result very much!
Thank you so for the kind words over it. Love,
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