Grateful for the
forest of dream that rose from origins
unknown to shelter
a weary wanderer this morning
For the brambles who tucked
soft words into beleaguered pockets;
the birds who brought
a plethora of song, zested fine, to sprinkle
over the gently humming earth--who murmured
a dozy dissertation
on rest;
the wind who
gentle and knowing
told stories where
nothing much happened just because
it was exactly right that everything be...
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