on the edges of a lake
are settling now
to winter darkness.
Whatever was going to die
is gone —
crickets, ferns, swampgrass.
Bare earth fills long spaces of a field.
a single oak leaf
brown and shining
like a leather purse.
See what it so delicately offers
lying upturned on the path.
See how it reflects in its opened palm
a cup of deep, unending sky.
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After Ross Gay He is right; if we choose to look, we just might believe…
Rains come, pounding rooftops, saturating every inch of soil down to the deep. Water creeps…
When I returned Noe to the earth and she sent her staccato of sweetness up…
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