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They are all other people’s children. Kids I don’t know and will never know. And still how keenly I want the world to be gentle with them, to unfold for them, to be careful and kind and bright with love. I hope their parents stay as they are tonight, hanging back just enough to let them explore the shore on their own. Present but not pressing.... See more

"[you fit into me]" by Margaret Atwood

you fit into me

like a hook into an eye

a fish hook

an open eye

"To Be Alive" by Gregory Orr

To be alive: not just the carcass


But the spark.


That's crudely put, but...


If we're not supposed to dance,


Why all this music?