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Posted On: April 22nd 2026, 11:13 am
ANCIENT OF DAYS
A creekside sycamore groaned and I dismissed its voice as
matter upon matter to console myself and my children
but then considered the matter in saying love, justice, poetic–
a bit of force and friction and time–
and whether I have anything at all to do
with what drives the desire that results in
a poem, a song, a sigh
there is a generosity in the
where were you when I…?
how taciturn
the rocks
.
.
.
More at my Substack: A Brusk Nights Crisp Morning, linked in my profile
A creekside sycamore groaned and I dismissed its voice as
matter upon matter to console myself and my children
but then considered the matter in saying love, justice, poetic–
a bit of force and friction and time–
and whether I have anything at all to do
with what drives the desire that results in
a poem, a song, a sigh
there is a generosity in the
where were you when I…?
how taciturn
the rocks
.
.
.
More at my Substack: A Brusk Nights Crisp Morning, linked in my profile
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