Wednesday, February 12, 2020


I must spend
more time
standing in
wind learning

to fly like
sky, grasses,
leaves, learning
to let go,

to go.
I could stand
in sun, or

either -- it
won't matter --
for when
I finally

flee this
body there
will be light
on the

other side,
and darkness,
and there will
be plenty

of flying
to keep pace
with that great
ache of stars.

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