At Albert's Landing (with my son)
(...)
VI
Different as the woods are
This is no paradise to enter or to leave.
Just the real, and a wild nesting
Of hope in the real
Which does not know of hope.
Things lean and lean, and sometimes
Words find common centers in us
Resonating and filling speech.
Let me know a little of you.
— Jun 08, 2023 01:25PM
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