Ground Spice

seasons: a poetic journey

quiet

Taking time 
to be away

the pressure of knowing
or hearing
or tasting the bitter bark, ground into medicine

leaves me
gathering last years fortune cookie papers
to smoke the air
free of civilization’s
awkward crawl home.



Note: I am taking time away from being online. Reaching out to see how my fellow WP’ers are handling the state of affairs.

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