berries hanging
Pulling
Bear thy fruits
Unload yourselves
young tender shoots
Amongst mature wise bark,
lean on each other, bear
thy weight together.
**
Endnote:
I enjoy being the passenger in a car. The freeway especially allows me to enter into the moment. This small poem came to me on October 15, 2011. I was watching the road and noticing and absorbing what I saw. I wasn’t thinking. Words started forming, so I unzipped my bag and pulled out the little blue notebook the size of a credit card. It’s a Moleskin—my favorite. I also have a larger sized one in there, but the moment decides which one I will select.
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