• Vol. 10
  • Chapter 12
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Do not be afraid to weigh
your blue moments with wind. Let them
whisper away like a voice inside the bush.

Your body is an entrance—
a passage to the new dawn,
to the hues of the forest reeling of life.

In case you don't know, no place is a home
till you name a home there & a garden
can be a prison if it reeks of memories

of the green pastures graying.
Of the place a flower once bloomed.
Tell me the value of the name that has no one

to answer it. Or the usage of the stable
void of horses. Do not be afraid
to place your worries over the hills.

Let them thread into birds' songs.
Let them know how greenish—
lively a home could be.