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July 6, 2016 by Rosemerry

Walking in wildflowers

over our heads

my son and I

disappear

from the world—

only the nettles

find us.

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged misperception, nettle, parenting, poem, poetry | 1 Comment

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on July 8, 2016 at 8:23 pm | Reply anon

Pleasure and pain, yipes! The nettles are certainly complement to those tall flowers.

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