like the back of my car, a graveyardof water bottles and wet socks, like my tornado-edthoughts, debris whirling and whirling, splintersand nails and ruined homes—we need that moment Buddha speaks of, the abilityto see the miracle of a single flower, its blossomlike hands praying beyond sky,praying for stars to plummet into the bloom.
JUST SO
Nov 22, 2022
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