Stand firm on thick sand or even
when at odds sick with pain
in sun and rain be chest open
quick to quiet and the late
shifting hemlock leaves
breath deep and easy so the scent
is noted in those pores and nostrils
of each amongst these greenish trees
pink and soft, it’s our last chance
for earthy life to lift aloft,
I implore you
it’s now forever,
please.
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