RHYTHM IS THE INSTRUMENT
Ministry without religion, since 2013.
Tuesday, July 3, 2018
GENERATIONS
Going out
my front door each morning,
I bow
to you, slight
callow sapling—who meekly haunts
the cusp
of a tainted
stump—and whose obdurate shade,
when my bones
are loam, may fall
toward the shoulder of my great-
grandson.
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