Tuesday, April 8, 2025

Intentionally, Georgia

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Every time I walk barefoot

Through a forest or

Lay my back on soil and

Look up at the sky

It feels like time finally stops

leaking, the gap 

connecting

And I think of my ancestors

Who averaged only thirty years

Back when all they had was this

open sky and land

And I wonder

did their seconds 

Last longer

Than ours?


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