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This morning the wind is anxious,
Anxious to bring in some load,
Some burden has been placed upon its shoulders,
In its hands
See how its whole height sends
All nearby scurrying—
Tallest trees, trees at my level,
Lowliest grasses!
& what do you carry
For us today, wind?
Will we welcome you or resist?

:- Doug.

Words we share,
Bouncing back & forth between us,
Going out from us,
Silences, too
Caroming about the human world & all living beings &
lineages fore, aft, athwart
Spin life up to speed, call us to play
Our part of parts

:- Doug.

What on earth have we done?
Why on earth have we done these things?
How on earth can we create new stories, patterns, conversations to carry our kind forward?

:- Doug.

Something, someone is birthing,
In darkness, birthing.

:- Doug.

We might be shoreline one for the other,
Horizon,
Neither land nor water, nor green nor blue,
Nor object standing in the way
But person of my person

:- Doug.

Stirring, exposing all, & all sides & aspects of all to heat
& heat to all aspects, faces;
Stirring, blending, releasing juices, sauces;
Adding attention (which may be the real name of love);
Changes,
Makes a new thing to put in a dish, take in with eyes,
Smells,
Eat & take into our being,
Making up our next selves

:- Doug.

Wild and wind-swept, our sail
Laving us, washing over us, spraying us
Carrying us to places unsuspected
Where we’d rather not go
But become to us beneficence

:- Doug.

We are sometimes the waft upon the drifting winds.

:- Doug.

Have you ever seen a duck in a tree?
Today this is what I saw
& he flew from limb to limb!

:- Doug.

Soul is not a belly
Maybe a belly laugh

:- Doug.

Footprints in the Wind^sm # 2526

In the very earliest time
like tomorrow
persons and animals lived together
as kin because they could
by saying it
become one another
so how come we don’t love one another
over generations?

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Death accomplishes me
Makes me undying.

:- Doug.

Speed is excuse for lazy.

:- Doug.

Disdain is worse than hatred
Or at least as harmful
To us
My disdain convicts me
I kill others so
Ought we not stop?

:- Doug.

This March we’re experiencing Trumpian weather—up, down, around, and sideways.

:- Doug.

Spirit of many a conversation
Spirit of hours often baffled

:- Doug.

Dark absorbs the bright and gives it back in morsels and sips we two can safely take in.

:- Doug.

The task eternal we take up
We! All generations! Together!

:- Doug.

Avoid seriosity!

:- Doug.

It has taken me four years of devoted effort, so far, to discover The Last Hot Chocolate.

:- Doug.

Footprints in the Wind^sm # 2525

Making memories?
Not as wonderful as
Making moments

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Are you any less immortal?

:- Doug.

To serve: to disappear.

:- Doug.