July 30, 2013
She stayed away,
hoping the day would come
and pass without notice.
she can be dangerous,
her blindfold a bogus comfort.
She never really meant to forget.
Sun was setting
and despite the impending darkness
she refused to make other provisions.
Until that twist of panic
won over, she strained to see
the way before her.
tends to distort the horizon.
If the trail fades away
and another path must be taken,
she hopes to see you somewhere down her red dirt road.
Just look for the dust.
I had not planned on creating a new blog location, but the coyotes are howling and I would hate to lose you lovely mangy varmints. We’ve traveled a long time together. Shared the same canteen, washed the grit off in the same watering hole. If this watering hole doesn’t dry up completely, then I will continue to kick up the dust here.
I’ve not been able to settle in and hang pretties on the wall, as of yet. Not for lack of trying. WordPress is moving like molasses in January and keeps locking up. I paid my $99, but still have ads and do not seem to have the freedom to customize my front page header with my own photos. I know I have been foggy here of late, but I’m struggling to figure it all out. Mostly because it keeps locking up and won’t let me click where I need to click. And what are those green underlined links on the words of my post? I am open to any advise and insight. Otherwise, WP is going to get a taste of my inner Yosemite Sam. *kick grumble spit*