for L.B.
Every day seems an apocalypse
clouds plant their borders in beds,
these immense struggles go by
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In the harvest, the friend is a forest,
the friend who walks into the snow
measures beauty yawning in mud
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Gathers our indecisions into words,
into seeds, reimagining the drought
of tongues, scattering in floods of fear
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Here is apotheosis--we can lie down and
not die, we can let ourselves be carried
away by love, becoming transformed by it.
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"what didn’t you do to bury me/ but you forgot that I was a seed" Dinos Christianopoulos
“They tried to bury us, they didn’t know we were seeds.” Protest slogan in support of the Ayotzinapa 43 /Families Belong Together.