post 53:

by Carol Bass


Out in the Fields
of Hollywood South Carolina. I see him there each time I go home. And I am already sad for the time that he is not there.
I relate to him so fiercely that my heart almost ruptures. No Kentucky derby winner, no nice bones, I project that he only requests my love, my laughter, and that we share the bonds of knowing about the other and this world. ” I am here! Just as I am. Love me, just me with all my funny markings. I feel beautiful and I am who I am and I possess a huge heart.”