Presence

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Like roots of a tree
what the spirit does
is often invisible, how it grows,
where it goes
and who they meet. It is
a deception
that all is chance Continue reading

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The Anchor’s Chain

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The morning dawns
lightning strikes
and black sky,
we’re leaving now
to catch the tide.
hoisted sails
and fishing poles,
black coffee
and jelly rolls,
like mallard wings
we shed the rain
and leave behind
the anchor’s chain. Continue reading