noise, clatter, slam & scrape
choatic motion
shut the gate
clamp, push, break & shout
rushing nowhere
let me out
there, subtle, fragile & wild
let myself
become a child
stop, listen, see & hear
unexpected signs
of life appear
*the photo is a tiny white moth I caught on the back gate as we were rushing out the door one morning. It was worth the tardy slip.
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