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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