i come to the page empty handed, again
but i know now
that i am born from fire,
to be burned to ash to be born again
so i don't worry about it
so much
on this quiet afternoon
porch-sitting is one of my favorite things to do.
it has been an interesting autumn
so far
full of unexpected turnings
of collecting all the garbage
and composting
what's worth keeping,
of further lessons in resiliency
and levity
and buoyancy
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