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As for man, his days are as grass: as

a flower of the fields so he flourisheth

                                         — Psalm 103:15                  


let’s be grassland, horizon and cloud

let’s be empty road ramping to infinite sky

let’s be lowly, simple and blond, laced

with sage and the delicate hoof prints of elk


let’s not know where we’re going but let’s go

side by side having left our baggage safe in

the station, for memories sake, trusting we’ll find

what nourishment we need on the path





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