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Magnificence/Lycra

 For today's WordCrafters prompt:


They are the same: the ocean and this housedress.
Both spun and soaked and sunned
dark as a faded sky. 

And underneath? Turquoise yoga pants today,
Patterned like a shallow sea,
Like this place

Years back when dinosaurs bellowed 
From cycads near a sandy rim
state parks away.

I am the ghost of my sea-haunted 
childhood library, now 
spine-cracked,

Which I am, today, dusting.  

The photo above is taken several moments before I noticed a palm-sized orb spider nearby and very nearly yelled and passed out in the waterlilies. Orb spiders don't really bother me, except when I see one unexpectedly huge and nearby and am out in the afternoon sun perhaps a little longer than I should have been. 

Fortunately, I made it back to the car and home without further incident, to be greeted by Arthur bouncing up and poking his snout in my face to make sure that I hadn't snuck a second lunch while out. And now, back to drafting...which is going to look a good deal like reading on the couch but is the mental equivalent of turning the compost heap to make sure the soil is rich and full of potential. It was good to be out of doors and among writers this afternoon. :) 

-- Chrissa 

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