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becoming, breath, connection, conscious consciousness, destiny, grace, gravel roads, kentucky, knowledge, life, living, love, passion, poetry, spirit, strength, understanding, wandering, wisdom
there’s a name
at the heart
of every remember
a silence
worn clean
to the bone
the truth
is my story
the ways
of my passing
a path through the wood
where evergreen grows
an abundance
of living
for love to aspire
gathered in bunches
and left by the gate
tied with a ribbon
forgotten by summer
was the first day
all over
again
. . .
tornadoday 