Through Thorns

The methodical practice ofPatience as a perpetualPatient of unpaved pathsOnly (maybe) psuedo-exploredOff the main bodies of rare diseaseIs a skill I've sought elsewhereIn much pleasurable ways. Though I suppose it's throughThorns, muck, and solitudeThat patience gains a differentPersona; a parental, oldWise one in the woods withStrength not in spite of butBecause of broken branches.

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I’m luckyTo step out into trees.Both doors whichOpen my houseSet courseAn explore throughThick, humid woods. I’m luckyTo provide for an arrayOf living things whichSurround my home.I wonder, do theyThink of me as much asI, them? I’m luckyTo be seen byDonkeys and birds and dogsBut also to not be seenAs I wander deeperInto the forest (although,I... Continue Reading →

‘Twas the Night Before Donkmas

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Some small creature was stirring; could it be a mouse? There weren’t any stockings because I don’t care: Festive decor is not quite my affair. Two dogs were sprawled out all across the big couch While I couldn’t sleep, which made me a grouch. I... Continue Reading →

‘Twas the Night Before Donkmas

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Some small creature was stirring; could it be a mouse? There weren’t any stockings because I don’t care: Festive decor is not quite my affair. Two dogs were sprawled out all across the big couch While I couldn’t sleep, which made me a grouch. I... Continue Reading →

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