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7.287
16.x.26
uphill
catching
breath
hearts race in lowest gear
stop for a line
or stop and a line will come
as in the leaf on which light’s written
least creatures down tools
vanish where they were never seen
now time shows a circuit of paths
they collapse
though not to quite what was before
they go back, they go down
we go on for now
today play anachronism
even an engine takes pause uphill
full sun for the chainsaw siesta
walking plantation
all the green world’s catching breath
still here despite
what’s time to a tree?
we grow all ways at once
uphill
the young will of course power past
where’s the wisdom in that?
moss between rocks to focus the mind
who’ll have simple silence mean?
who’ll be mystic monk in disguise?
as with a single thought, so breath
uphill is always and ever for heaven
good enough for any tree
that has to be our aim
stump becomes a lamp
go slow – see more
you could sit for a bit
they still smoke Peace and Mild 7
cheap too
that won’t help you here
give me Calpis, give me Pocari
every word is a world
each is less than the way
be still
here now
catch breath



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