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Fourth Wave

Discovering a Poet

How I’m escaping my own sh*thole country

The mother in the poem compares her prodigal son to a kid goat, unsteady on his legs, just learning to walk. Photo by Ricardo Gomez Angel on Unsplash

I have a friend I only see on occasion. She is a younger woman with a 10-year-old child. I’m a grandmother of two. You wouldn’t think we’d have a lot in common. But we resonate whenever we find ourselves together, which is usually once a year at a community camp in the Mendocino Woodlands.

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Patsy Fergusson

Patsy Fergusson

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Tree hugger. Tour guide. Top Writer. Feminist. Newly-baptized Bay swimmer. Editor of Fourth Wave. https://medium.com/fourth-wave