2098
6.271
28.ix.25
all these gifts and no one to thank
practical
guidance for the credulous
fresh air,
these hands and the rain to cup
a hunch
and tell what comes to mind
this with
just the words bequeathed
the
brilliance of the dream unbidden
the
portal, just my luck
just yours
tree and a
moon to fill branches
the rise
of day amongst us all
first thing
blue of
this, green of that
puzzle to
unravel
tremble of
the breeze lit leaf
joy of now
if let
the sometime
vanishing of itch, of ache
the here
we are and just because
ages were
passed down
rotation,
revolution
wisdom,
least of all
no
dinosaurs today
but happy
to have met the bones
they claim
that other stars may shine
say not to
get too close
who’ll call
any of this truth?
just happens
only happens
here
world’s
wide enough for me
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