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call it our craziness even, call it anything. it is the life thing in us that will not let us die. even in death’s hand we fold the fingers up and call them greens and grow on them, we hum them and make music. call it our wildness then, we are lost from the field of flowers, we become a field of flowers. call it our craziness our wildness call it our roots, it is the light in us it is the light of us it is the light, call it whatever you have to, call it anything.
From How to Carry Water: Selected Poems, (BOA Editions Ltd., 2020). Posted by kind permission of the publisher. Image by Ngo Tuan Anh/Unsplash
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