868
good
to be home 
among
my own words 
and
where I've been 
(still
in accumulation phase) 
some
more degrees around this sun 
here
where I left off 
another
season sets in 
and
I take my rounds too 
garden,
all by itself, sat up 
weeds
wild with the idea 
sun
all day in attendance
stars
forever and a night 
and
the bush
all
directions --
world's
last breath 
we
must save 
to
pass on 
in
my own woods lost
past
half dark 
in
all my midst
with
still a rattle of road to say 
there's
a way we've come 
there's
still a track away 
 
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