In the roots
circles are closing
like tears after dark
in winter
in the park<\/p>\n\n\n\n
scattered like bread on water
the value of love, they say, is
not in it’s return
it remains undiminished<\/p>\n\n\n\n
a noble innocence
a whisper that we strain to hear
that even in silence
might drown in the demands of
our own contrivance<\/p>\n\n\n\n
so subtle, it’s movement
our own breath might disturb it
turn it from thresholds
to roadway
to dissppear in rising waves
of endless Eastering<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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\nin winter
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