idle hands

so called 'bird funnels' ~ to keep myself distracted ~ doing a "big year"

my two stent's worth

Had a heart attack,
a week ago last Tuesday.
Five in the morning.

Awoke from deep sleep.
Tightening vise cramps my chest.
Pain I can’t ignore.

This won’t go away!
Not too many years ago,
I’d be dead and gone.

Quick ambulance trip;
some catheterization;
live another day.

I wake and hear birds.
Each day, a profound surprise
that I am still here.

It’s clear to me now,
that I may not get another chance
to follow my bliss.

Most thought me crazy.
Old motorhome through eBay!?
All but the artists.

Self-recognition!
Self-recreation? More like:
Self-reclamation.

New chapter begins.
Origami-On-The-Go!
Emerald Gypsy.

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