
Hemingway has gone away.
He has found another home down the way.
The new dog’s energy -he does not like-so he takes a daily hike.
A text, I will get, telling me to come get.
So I walk a block or two.
Contained he is- until morning appears- then he is ready to disappear.
A nomadic cat – that is is Hemi- Â wandering away until the end of each day.
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Published by K.O'Leary
Who Am I?
I am a thinker. observer. visualizer. listener. believer.photographer.teacher. life long learner.
I am an advocate for my students, animals and our Earth.
I am my man's girlfriend and my animal's human.
I am a lover of food, music, dance, life, color, form, natural light, & moments.
I never thought of myself as a writer-more of a journal writer of my own private thoughts-but definitely not a writer who shares her words with others. So now, I will attempt to be a blogger- the 21st century type of writer. I suppose maybe somewhere, underneath of what I am comfortable identifying with, I am a writer; a closet writer.
So today I am coming out of my writer's closet to live out loud and unravel this tapestry we call life.
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