by: Christian Wiman
A shadow in the shape of a house
slides out of a house
and loses its shape on the lawn.
Trees seek each other
as the wind within them dies.
Darkness starts inside of things
but keeps on going when the things are gone.
Barefoot careless in the farthest parts of the yard
children become their cries.
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A poem for tonight about darkness and light.
I am happy to report that I survived what I thought was going to be a very dark day. I was even able to laugh a little bit. See the sun instead of the clouds. Breathe some big Superior breaths, as a friend advised me to do.
Saint Marty is still breathing.
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