Memory, Weaving

A whimsical poem.

Photo by Simon Berger on Unsplash

recall this path

trace the threads
that bind tree to tree,
leaf to leaf,
seed to sprouting,
on this wild web
of time:

solid, determinate
out of time, you might
drink tea, without
any spilling

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Stories of Dennett (Wildflower) & Ben (Weed) & Our Guests

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Rowen Veratome

They/them. Perpetual student. Recovering from PTSD. Writes philosophy formally, poetically, playfully, politically, personally, with love, ad infinitum.

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