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Tag: trees
With one foot in this world
and the other foot, too, in this world, I am learning to love the dailyness of my walks.
There was a time
when nearly everyone shared a knowledge of what the Bible said and an ignorance of what it meant.
I was always a party of one.
I’d come in, sit down, and make myself uncomfortable.
Too many selfies
and a face forgets how to go blank, trapped in a permanent facsimile.
ridgetop forest
the moss grows fat
on the milk of clouds
winter fog
bare branches turn
green again
A road is a blankness,
a life sentence for its strip of land. But sometimes it glows, livid as a scar.
Seasoned, we say,
as if time and weather were condiments.
boulder field in snow
its only other crop
besides lichen
The sky of my childhood
was full of places to climb and sit.
She became the heroin
in a made-for-TV drama, cops busting down the door in the middle of the day.
