What We Treasure
The world can crash on shore like a storm pushed tide, water roiled, full of silt and clawing voices from the wind fed water, then
February 27, 2015
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The world can crash on shore like a storm pushed tide, water roiled, full of silt and clawing voices from the wind fed water, then
The sea drums slowly upon the shore in a steady pulse thrown down on the resting beach, the sound lifted from the sand to the
There is always time for generosity, a place for kindness. Each person has their story, the suffering and cruel alike in their humanness, their need to
I am fallen from the highest branch through cold air and strong wind to soften and decay in the mouth of the earth, becoming food
We’ll talk sometime but not now, not for a while, maybe in the next life or when the sun lights the river and rocks shine.
You put it down you let it go you walk away you’re over with that so over; you tear up the pictures throw out the