Kicking a Pebble Pell-mell
we all have our damages--
rusty fences
shingles missing
cracked windows
a few weeds growing
or wild honey blooming--
let uncertainty
in the end,
the end of day, fall
asleep with the dark as
abandoned ravished lovers
and wake to the
and wake to the
the sun
holding the hand
of our eternal mother.
TJK
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