Monday, August 31, 2009

Preparation by Sara Bard Field

To drop our leaves of sense;
Sight, hearing, touch, taste, smell,
Before death's imminence
Is wise—is gently well.
Leaf thirst for sun, rain, sap, and air is deep;
Bare branches only ask for sleep.

1 comment:

  1. How would it be to help an Other do this?

    How would I be, if I could help an Other do this?

    How would an Other be, if they could be helped to do this?

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