Wednesday, July 30, 2025

Looking at the blurry


with soft eyes.  I dwell on the pink exclamation mark.  I think today needs hope.  I put down the news about the tsunami warning.  Water for good and for bad.  

1 comment:

  1. the flow
    the words
    the feelings
    the hope
    the heartbreak
    the cleansing
    the mud, and the shores risen
    to meet the sky
    what are we
    but air and water
    blood and the brethren who breathe
    once and for all
    for all time, for no time
    the flow finds its way
    with or without us
    life in its wearing of stone
    and earth, and leaves nothing
    undone

    sg, sf, 2025

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