One Clean Breath
A little poem — one clean breath in the cold. . [ 1645 ]
There’s no need to prove my worth. Life has already done so by bringing me here. Proof — according to whose set of rules? according to which belief or philosophy? compared with which saint, hero, or lunatic, widely or privately known? When I’m grateful — truly grateful — don’t I already give joy to the world? . [ 1630 ]
Instead of No, say Oh? You’ll feel better, and you’ll be that much closer to Yes. . [ 1625 ]
Sweeping the walk . . . with all, of our ancestors, and children, to be born. . [ 1623 ]
Steady rain. Wildfire season in this part of the world is over. But humanfire rages on. . [ 1606 ]
It’s been some time since we’ve seen the stars. First the smoke, now the clouds. But there are other ways to set our course. With smiles, thanks, and bows. . [ 1555 ]
Autumn’s at the door, love. She’s selling brevity. Is she? Let’s buy all she has, and ask her to come in! . [ 1544 ]
The first ripe pears, and a bearded old man by the road, praising it all. . [ 1543 ]