11/18--Arriving At Seattle
Arriving at SeattleOf course it was raining. A shiny day, my sister would say. I thought of glass--glass on top of my great-aunt’s dresser, her gold-handled mirror, stale bottles of perfume, empty...
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oooo, love the spell of the shiny. What an optimistic way to think about rain! Though given the destination, it's not surprising. Love this bit -- I can almost smell it! I thought of glass--glass on...
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Chrispy--I am drawn in by the first line: the optimist's way to find alternatives to sunshine! The glassy spell and the charming detail of the mimosas in our hectic world are both quite effective.
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Oh yeah! Your sis, I take it, is definitely a glass-half-full type. Love that "shiny day"!! And all the rest of the water and wetness and shine. The poem shines, too.
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Oh, yeah! Life's a journey, not a destination. Bring on the mimosas! mimosas because the train is an hour late. Keeps people/happy Love the transformative power of rain. Love this poem!
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Love this detail Chris and quick intimate look into a life: I thought of glass--glass on top of my great-aunt’s dresser, her gold-handled mirror, stale bottles of perfume, empty wine glasses.
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