It's Still Life

A Journal of Thoughts from Last Week

The I In It

Dauntless Geometries

and what of brick that's redder 
as brick than the soil it's from

or winged seeds that take root 
and grow into ancient oak 

or bee-buzzing flowers of May 
that will become autumn's fruit 

or a short word that will 
become a long enduring pain, 

and what of that star which 
morning claims as its own 

or my scratch paper sonnets, 
I have rare hope for those.

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