milky tea
no ideas but in things
pens, surface
stones - papers
poetry, such materiality
of grief and love
our daily life
must shine
irregardless
of work and money and relationships
scrub clean the toothpaste
and find the olive green branch beneath
elogies
there is a hope
in giving things up
there is a hope
transcendence
grief can return you to the other
its here if anything
mythologizing a godless world
softness of tea bags and cold beer
after you went to someone else
celebration and rennovation
praise as a response to Overwhelm
One to be with us
whomever we may be
Translating human life into landscape
look after the natural world
the super charged language
of the open
Oh the marvels the marvels
of the thingness of the world
that sweet almost unexpected
kiss
we whose minds gallop across days
captured briefly one another
in this our
thingness our substance.
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