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My Heart Needs A Home

Doesn’t yours? Roaming Merrie Woods and Toxaway Falls
where kayaks glide, cattails distend into cottony seed puffs,
we discover the essence of each other. Photos snapped as wind
comes to sailing level entertain beneath Jackson’s half dome.
Gems, but mostly agates, sit underground, along river beds,
few found. Lips feel the feathery touch of willow, tangled
hair straightens at fingers command, knees bent, prone to the
correct angle to capture sunbathing elder who reads as he sits
in an Adirondack chair on the eastern continental divide, three
thousand four hundred eighty six feet, make it eighty five,
above sea level. Black bear images at first fool newcomers,
into serenity, but the live scroungers will be around in person.
This is where it all begins. Doe emerges below newly stained
deck, wobbles, shakes off mom’s sticky womb extras. Walking
the lake trail, finding the right overlook, slipping on mossy rocks,
launching tomorrow today. Misunderstandings disappear when
genuine care initiates a navigational victory on the Blue Ridge
looking south to the Smokeys, in the servants’ staircase, among
well-planted gardens, over festive lunch, a metaphor of chicken,
enjoyed with the self esteem of roast beef on gluten-free bread.