She stood where the soil was tender. She saw the wind ripple and wave. Her pond and lake were dry, her hair smelled of salt and sea. She was here for love. Still, even now, she returns, watching and waiting. The earth is damp, though, smells of clay … she will not leave.

About the Poet:
Timothy Resau has been internationally published. Most recently his poems and prose have appeared in Anti Herion Chic, Sideways Poetry Magazine, Sylvia Magazine, The Beautiful Space, Loch Raven Review, Poetry Quarterly, Babel Tower Notice Board, Native Skin, Better than Starbucks, Fictional Café, and Burrow, among others,. He’s just completed a novel Three Gates East.
Beautiful and so lovely to meet you.. thanks for dropping in!💖
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Thank you Cindy, my pleasure.
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You’re welcome and thank you! 💖🙏
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Reminiscent of the dreamy and romantic; vivid, and just enough detail to make me wonder at its deeper meaning not readily there on the surface. Thanks for sharing.
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I love your thoughtful insight, thank you!
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This is really captivating. I love your descriptions of her waiting.
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Thank you, Donetta.
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