still

at 77
where
is
why
I stand

still

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caterpillar folds
into flight

sunflower bows
into seed

river empties
itself

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the silence
flourish

with nothing
between us

but
with

all is
birthing

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It is the last day of April when
across the street at the entrance to
the county jail shadowed by
the court house
pear trees in a chill wind
blossom and sway me
to reverence the way they
reveal what is

just

right

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I
bend

I cannot
not bend

before what
or whom

I bend
though

is either
worship

or
suicide

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go
can I

home
I mean

wind
whispers

no
if flat

if round
yes

then whirls
to whistle

follow
me

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without you
my world is flat

with you
I remember

the way
is not straight

with you
I real

I
round

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out
into
in

walk
to
dance

rock
to
water

water
to
wine

self
into
bread

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not present
to my own

I long for one
who will be there

with rest
from my interrogator

who stares me down
to ask

So you are
worth…

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