last planting
before an indecisive winter
a couple of young alberta spruce
small spiral dense green needles
having wandered home
to a wet ground sanctuary
& mission
to hold
body-block
a slipping hillside
interdependence
tho the paranoid rail
all is futile
we’re lost
‘cept for the waiting
i refuse to accept this
--- e b bortz
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My mind screams paranoia
but I still plan for the future
as though I have hope..
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