of dead father’s daughters.
Ancestors drive you
through the dotted lines of time.
Heat-cracked stone road,
lazily chasing the horizon as
roadside tree,
unanxious witness
waves goodbye.
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About Me
- Wayne R. Flower
- I am an artist in the sense that I play music, write and do visual art, that I have had the impulse to create something from nothing as long as I have been conscious and that I can't live without doing so. I focused on music for a good 20 years and am now focusing more on writing and visual art (though music is still a really good friend). I hope you enjoy what I share. Wayne
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