Peterson Park

Sounds like home.*

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Yeah, that's my lawn.

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A nice stew.

...and no one left the cake out in the rain. *

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*, Bill. I really like this line:

"The deciduous trees were in a state of virtuous uncertainty."

Thanks, Amanda, Gary P, David A, Tara, Gary H, Matthew, Chris, and David J!

"Fallow thoughts bubbled
into the blistered brick."

Good closing also. I like the piece.

Sublime in the decomposing.***

The line David mentioned. Good stuff. *

Whisked away *

Thanks, Sam, Brenda, John, and Rene!

If it wasn't so tenderly mighty it would be nearly psychedelic. *

Mesmerizing! *

Now that's how you paint a scene *

Thank you, Angela, Mia, and Foster!

This is what Bill does best..neatly packaged cubes of real, delicious poetry waiting to dissolve on the tongue.

Thanks, Darryl!

"Fallow thoughts bubbled
into the blistered brick."

Makes me alliteratively envious, dude. *

James: I'm envious of "alliteratively envious"!
Thanks!