Mistress of the Meadow Maybe
I am the sorcerer of nothing
The master of no one
The author of an imaginary missive still in the bowels of non-existence
I am the queen of thought processes
Flirting and flitting in another dimension
Nowhere near my dendrite field, ignoring me completely
I am dallying and dallying this week.
I am frivolously playing.
I am living my truth, unconcerned at the lack of wisdom or thought.
I am lying in the sun in a lawn chair
With a happy dog at my feet
We are practically napping.
Bunnies are hopping around, fearing neither of us
Cardinals are flipping us the bird
No small feat but delightful
It is summer and I am the mistress of the meadow
I am the goddess of clover
I am the keeper of the lull - life is good.
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