Tuesday, August 25, 2020

// cedars //

- 08/22/20 -

i walk with cedars after the rain:

listening as they cry softly over my head,

watching as they treasure the sky's residual tears

and let them hang suspended,

cradled like stars.


the earth sighs, too.

the sky breathes troubled.

and we call it a mimicry

of our sweet human conditions. 


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