Sunday, February 9, 2020
What we have
What we have,
And what we have not.
These poems are fairly worthless; a house
Made of twigs, mud, and thistles.
The good comes, perhaps, from building them,
More than from their use; an exercise for the spirit.
So take them a grain of salt.
I am only a human, after all.
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We could shine our light quietly, like the sun. Like the moon and stars. Lovely and silent. James 16 Feb 2020 oktu