why the scribbles on my tongue
the message in your hand
lie briefly warring
you know it, and now, I know it
how we pin these colors
to our chests
where they flap like alive things
startling us--for we'd forgotten
we're never alone
even in these gold-shouldered woods
when our souls are like tiny ghosts
slowing unstoppable
Pic: Sanford Woods, MSU (on Sunday)
2 comments:
You have such beautiful woods around you. It must be very inspiring.
SO true, Steph! I'm grateful every time I get to "forest bathe."
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