long white pickets neatly
standing the fence strong
beneath gray hat shadows
slightly tilted as your smile
all the stories ever told
Vaudeville songs and lore
still seeing your face there
looking past the lens in that
‘Madam Madon’ kind of way.
– For Grandpa Clyde
maysa-maria kristina gadelha peterson
“If you can see your path laid out in front of you step by step, you know it’s not your path. Your own path you make with every step you take. That’s why it’s your path.” ― Joseph Campbell
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