“Long After” Has Come and Gone without Ceremony
Young and old—subterranean.
Most times
When we sit under fire,
like a blanket, we miss
the garden, even pulling weeds,
even those scratches. Our eyes like opaque lights,
lit among darkness, still shining.
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Author:
johnkucera (
Offline) - Published: February 26th, 2023 23:06
- Category: Spiritual
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