if i could paint a wall
i could watch it dry
if i stare at bamboo
long enough i can
see it grow, but if i
watch
clouds closely
i can
see your face
and hope
the wind never erases
your image
i’m missing you
A cross section of poetry, short stories, reports from living in Kuwait, China and some previous published material from the ATA (Alberta Teachers' Association and several other sources), stories about growing up Mennonite, photos from trips, political, social commentary and general insights...
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