ITH & SB

Yesterday… It seems I dreamed I was young
and today my mirror has spun me a version of myself I wish had never begun… Maybe, my mirror… I should not have hung.

I do not desire to yearn for a bygone past. But, yearly, it seems my thirst for the future does not last. Although, I inwardly yawn at repeated antics of my peers. Their fabricated tales of Yale and a yacht? as fiction is repeated to newfound cruise friends as fact amid an atmosphere filled with hardy laughter induced because of social pride….But particularly produced by means of festive rounds downing inexpensive wine or regular to lite beers.

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Into my overgrown yard I stare… It once held a yield of wildflowers I’d pluck to extend to a friend or place in my hair… I long for a girl spinning and blowing yellowdandelion seeds into the wind… Her future not knowing… Not given a care.

I return my attention to my nondairy yogurt… For that’s the way my life is now going…Yummy.

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My granddaughter tried to teach me how to use Yahooon my phone. But, I allow her to play with it. I’ve left technical learning alone for now…

I watch her search ‘Yuma‘ for a homework assignment… She tells me, “Granny, they are a member of a North American Indian people living in SW Arizona and adjacent regions of California and Mexico.” Their homes…My interest roams… I’m a ‘Yankee‘… You know.