Saturday, November 03, 2018

from The Wishin' Jupiter Poems: Such Is the World 

Such is the world
that the trees know
when to let go.

Such are we that
we don't. To every-
thing there is a

season. The soft
hills in the distance
know. The cranes

know. Overhead
the sky promises
winter. Even

the small dark birds
will tell you: Let go.

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