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Attend the suffering of others
a human wellspring

:- Doug.

Footprints in the Wind^sm # 2035

Cold and bright skies greet me
with icy fingers

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The thing about humans and life
we don’t often know what the puzzle is

:- Doug.

If time were a planet
and past and future all around

:- Doug.

There is a simultaneity about us, an ahead and behind meeting in a now bigger than we may be willing to know.

:- Doug.

I’m on a search
for grandchildren
are you one?

:- Doug.

People are about hives
meeting makes human
words are about handling
stemming from our root
to embrace to caress

:- Doug.

In familiar ways
we are all
grandchildren of life

:- Doug.

There are few if any films of communities of people. Our film heroes are concentrated on individuals. What if?

:- Doug.

Here’s a picture that to me feels true: I yawn to get oxygen or some similar element into my system. I sleep to do the same: yawning is a desire it may be for oxygen.

:- Doug.

We may not see the future
but we can think about it

:- Doug.

Wind is one thing we are likely yet to have with us. And waves. Probably light. These are bubbles to keep and stretch our conversings.

:- Doug.

The Saturday Wows

:- Doug.

Some there be who swim upstream
to these we are thankful

:- Doug.

Even this flow of music
nearly wrote itself
—although it asked me
to paddle
here and there

:- Doug.

What a strange way of spelling those Old English folk had—back in the 21st century!

:- Doug.

Footprints in the Wind^sm # 2034

What happens when two infinities meet?
I don’t know but witness it
Every time two humans meet

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A poem is
a list
of lines
each necessary
as your nose

:- Doug.

Black, brown, yellow, pale, and green we are: for the last, am I including inexperienced, or Martians, or those with chlorophyll in their skin?

:- Doug.

Since I am opening space for my fellow grandchildren, I will explore how the five principles and one law apply in our stream.

:- Doug.

Minerals—bones and hard shells—are like people. Organics—skin, tendons, muscles, blood—are like conversations.

Which lasts?
Which reaches?
Which sings?

:- Doug.

What is the real and last task of our generation?

:- Doug.

Learn the language of the grandchildren.

:- Doug.