inner art journal

A woman walking laps in the wading pool calls out to me, “There is Miss Consistency!” Feeling unworthy I call back supportively, “What about you? You’re here.” She answers, “I don’t work as hard as you.” Does a month of consistency make one consistent?

season after season
moss grows on the rock
rootless it stretches
painting stone~
different shades of life

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