How can a clear blue sky
So limpid and pure
Hold a silent cry
How can silver leaves
Dancing so lightly
Break a heart with ease
How can the soft scent
On lithe stems of broom
Burst in golden tears
When a black swallow
Pivots on a wing
And screeches with glee
When a sleepy moon
Rises with a smile
Above singing trees
When the leather bark
Of a sycamore
Falls in perfect curls
Yet I still see you
Walk away smiling
As you held her hand
unbuttoned or undone 
Here’s me missing the point, but ooh and ahh, what are those bushes with the yellow flowers?!
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The yellow flowers are in the genestra family. They are called “ajoncs” here. It is a relative of Scotch broom.
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Ahhh “broom.” Got it. Does it smell?
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Yes, a lovely fresh, light and sweet scent. No lemony undertones, not heavy like jasmine or clinging like rose…. may be a hint of sweet grass in there.
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Gimme sum
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Dude I would if I could.
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I know! That’s what’s soo cool about you!!!
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Melodic.
How’s the summer treating you, Em?
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Thanks John. I am back from Montpellier, enjoying the sunshine and doing almost nothing. I found out I could earn a degree in procrastination…. I am thinking about it. 🙂
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That’s some tough studying, but it’ll leap-frog you into the advanced Master courses in Competitive Relaxation 🙂
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That’s a stretch for me… but I’ll consider it.
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🙂
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Tell me where to enroll for a masters in procrastination.
Hope you are doing well
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No need to enroll. Just show up, because no one gets around to register! 😉
Doing OK. 🙂
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Hahahaha. Am sure there will be no exams and no lectures for the teachers will be planning to come to class all the time but never really getting to doing it.
Good to know you are well
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🙂
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Eblouissant et emouvant.
Il n’y a que toi, cherie, qui peut le faire.
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Merci pour ces mots genereux.
Parfois il suffit d’un mot, mais tu le sais bien.
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Em, I love this poem. It made me think how easy it is to miss the beauty around us when such sadness from our loss has us in its grip. I can see your return has allowed you time with your fine pen.
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I am very glad that you love this one. And that you know.
My pen and I continue our fan dance more or less successfully and so the posts are few these days. but may be we will break free of the doldrums soon. 🙂
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I sense that inner poet, that writes so beautifully, will hold a new hand, sing a new song, and see that same shaded path in a new light. What a poem that will be. 🌞
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May my heart feel your confidence and the song with its strings and chords. 🙂
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Welcome back. I’m back, too.
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