today I go on into
this leftover world
with its great gifts
of unfastened earth
and lightened tasks
with its great gifts
of unfastened earth
and lightened tasks
walking altogether
talking to myself
and my gods--as if
anyone else would
even be listening--
talking to myself
and my gods--as if
anyone else would
even be listening--
waiting for beauty
opening like a fire
opening like a fire
connection a flash
the moments of
understanding like
in the long silent times
of waiting as my heart
circles red the sounds
of recovery and rises
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Pic: This love. I get to handle this level of mopey, smitten affection for hours every day. Mostly from Max. Huck (further down) is a bit more sophisticated about it.
7 comments:
Love the poem but love that squishy face even more!
I love the idea of going into this leftover world, waiting for beauty. I feel like that's what I do every day when I go out for a walk.
Cute.
This is a beautiful poem -- and adorable pet pal!
Beautiful poem. I like the line about the leftover world, too. And that face is just too cute!!!!
Thank you, dear friends! I'll give Max an extra squish from all of you! XOXO
Boop!
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