Month: August 2023

This present moment

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The past couple of weeks these things have been taking up a bit of space in my brain every day. Both beautiful and a bit whelming in their own way.

Like a little feathered Indian
Callin’ out the clouds for rain
I’d go runnin’ through the thicket
I’d go careless through the thorns
Just to hold her for a minute
Though it’d leave me wanting more
Glowing firs