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California Notebooks, 2014

Posted on September 1, 2014 by anna mosca

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it is so climbing up
out of dreary thoughts

sweat and impervious
roads I leave everything

behind to find the unexpected
blossoms of three tiny flowers

at a cicada party
among the shafts

of wind pushing
clouds past me

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terry2mcmanus on September 1, 2014 at 4:53 pm said:

Anna, absolutely wonderful!!!!!!

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- anna mosca on September 2, 2014 at 8:31 pm said:
  
  Thank you for you enthusiastic feedback 🙂
  
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robinbenjamin4 on September 1, 2014 at 8:46 pm said:

Beautiful picture!

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- anna mosca on September 11, 2014 at 2:58 pm said:
  
  Happy you like it Robin, it was taken from a place on the top of the world. I love it up there.
  
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therecoveryofamadwoman on September 11, 2014 at 10:17 pm said:

I love your way of thinking, almost haphazardly, but with purpose.

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ccfafard on September 20, 2014 at 11:47 am said:

Hi annamosca,
I love the shafts of wind pushing clouds and the unexpectedness of the flowers. This is a lovely, powerful poem.
Molte grazie, Chris

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YesRising on October 8, 2014 at 11:45 am said:

I love your work. Good, honest, thought provoking poems. I certainly find my peace in them and look forward too reading more. 🙂

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