Monday, November 01, 2021

in unknowing


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some beginnings rush to broadcast
they rise up

in the way fear always sees love
and uses it up

although none of us is too empty for life
I hear

this tree saying: I'm only just a seed 
 hold me

a breath sighing: I want to be born 
end me

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Pic: Nu as we set off down the driveway. All my outside time with Nu these days is in the dark--whether they are walks to the school bus or (here) getting ready to put the chickens to bed.


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