some generosities

By | 13 May 2024

where does the wind begin
and how to make my body fit
into the spaces left in the hollowed trees

I want to surrender to the clay and ash of this landscape
let the paper daisies remember
only a song

there has been a story carrying every night from the inland
see here the branches contour against the path it cleaves

when overcome I push my toes into the grit of this place
notice each flower gathered petalled and leafed

the generosity to keep the whole together
when every shifting wind is an invitation
to fall apart

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