When the sky
opens beneath you
and you do not fall,
you hesitate to tell others.
What can you say?
The faint scent of gardenia
in the still air before nightfall.
When the sky
opens beneath you
and you do not fall,
you hesitate to tell others.
What can you say?
The faint scent of gardenia
in the still air before nightfall.
Ivy grows up through the boards
of the garden bridge.
A rabbit runs across the bridge
and stops in front of me.
We stare at each other,
waiting to see who will move first.
The next morning I am not there
and the rabbit doesn’t stop.
The world is no better than its places. It’s places are no better than their people while their people continue in them.
–Wendell Berry
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Distant
pale Ginsberg
beacon
shaggy haired
owl
chant to us
of sweet
Melinda
in Juarez
and gravity
and negativity
and give us
a reason
to howl too
tonight
“I wish the people of the world loved each other as much as they love me.”
–Muhammad Ali
Posted in poetry