Day 2982a/b/Day 2983

Day 2982a
the tree, though bereft
of leaves, had a mushroom crop
growing on its trunk
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Day 2982b
we paged through the books,
wondering about the lives
the creators led

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Day 2983

there was little noise,

aside from my shovel scrapes

as I cleared the snow

Day 2927

Day 2927

I stood in the lake,

and like when on wooded paths,

 recognized my role

Day 2826

Day 2826

Some leaves never fell,

they held on, shaped by the wind;

they’re golden stalwarts

Day 2823

Day 2823
I looked to my left,
from the bluff’s shadowed footpath,
to the sunlit woods

Day 2686

Day 2686

beneath my bare feet

concrete, asphalt, and gravel

roots, dirt, and grasses

Day 2619a/b

Day 2619a

walking in the woods,

thinking about the forces

that reveal our shape

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Day 2619b

walking down the street,

a Suit, eating an apple

and pushing a chair