My dreams are of gardeners.
They frighten the beaters of flowers with their gentle faces.
They answer what the old heart asks.
I close with effort the illusion of my nights.
(poem by me)
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A Passage Through August – some lovely August poems by other poets:
http://www.augustpoetry.org/index.htm
Deep Thought: If I was the head of a country that lost a war, and I had to sign a peace treaty, just as I was signing, I’d glance over the treaty and then suddenly act surprised. “Wait a minute! I thought we won!”

Here’s my daughter Jane. Isn’t she gorgeous? She has a new blog at turtle dove.