Re: to while the time away | 05012019 11:16 PM
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- Apr 14, 2020
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Christina Pablo
Mon, Apr 1, 2019, 11:16 PM
to Leonard
Len, We are at the beginning of seasons, which normally, as in years past, in particular I do NOT like the Spring.
ah Well,
I still don't.
But this year's seems a taste more promising;
Punctuated by your poetry and your presence.
Thank you for sharing the Ump poem with me. i enjoyed it. xxoo
Leonard Nalencz
Thu, Apr 4, 2019, 10:15 AM
to me
Dear Christina,
You have such an unexpected poetic voice. You are unpretentious to the point of seeming unaware of your own delightful originality.
How can you not like Spring?
How can I get you to like Spring?
Glad you enjoyed the poem. I am enjoying your voice, and your presence, as well.
abrazo,
L.
Christina Pablo
Thu, Apr 4, 2019, 2:11 PM to Leonard My dear, How can you not like Spring? Oh gha! It's messy. Its muddy, tortured and split open. Mentally it rinses away top soil off of what I wanted to leave buried in Winter is now uncovered. Well fucking great. 'Noy.... I love the spring for what it brings on freshness, but Liking is a stretch. How can I get you to like Spring? Lets agree. You will Like my portion of Spring, avocados and close shave encounters. I will Like Fall the best, folding fitted sheets and the possibility of me throwing you in a pile of freshly raked leaves. But in the end, if you say You are there in these months of transitional muck and rain galoshes, with an umbrella or a song on your lips, or a pot on the stove, I will easily be where Spring is without a question to think of in the moment. Bise, Christina

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