Today (from my notebook)

I am a restless spirit, and a reckless man. Foolish to the core. Lighted in fire.
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I have said all that is needed
to be said . . .
I wish ever to speak
when silence is golden.
patience is so hard.

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Cleaning out the corners
and tossing the long-forgotten socks
into the hamper,
snapping the old hanger
I'm turning on the light
and having a long look 'round.
Pulling up the roots I've wrapped
about the other trees
and re-turning to my Ground.

and I am renewed . . .

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This is me trying.
I feel life in my face again.

Comments

Art said…
I like this so much.

"Pulling up the roots I've wrapped
about the other trees"

and, "This is me trying.
I feel life in my face again."
Hayley said…
We never stop tilling . . .

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