Perspective
It comes and it goes
Birdsong turns the stone to tears
Fever dream
Maybe this was the real work, the
elbow-bent nighttime writing,
mapping the river that pierces the wood
Happiness
Tofino
Raven shakes needles on our table.
Cedars and starfish.
The squirrel won’t leave but he does.
View from a tent
You don’t have to do it
You just have to let God do it through you
The mighty Elwha
Subtle discourse
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