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Digging up these thorny stumps

Thriving on ignorance

On tolerance

On laissez-faire and devil-may-care

I am struck by how far they reach

Anger in waves at each new root

Thick and thin and along the stem

New growth out of old...

We beat them back, try to gain ground

We ought already to have

I rip trenches in the soil

My buttercups are torn

As I grip thorns and wrench them up


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I have heard that there are people Who manage the motions of their lives Without the days when it hurts To choose and also to be still And that in their stillness they do not tremble And their throats

Evolving Consciousness

You killed the me I would have been I took the hurt like water takes stones Whether pebbles or boulders they all sank Left their ripples fading, but sank And I ran like a river Singing and sparkling s

World on Fire

Beauty. Fire looming and smoke pluming and all Isee is beauty Through metal eyes that cannot cry and I make myself a stone Skipped across the creek sunk in its bed, too weak To douse, and the wind pic

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