Monday, December 4th, 2017

Children in the Woods




My children are little birds. Little birds, and sometimes I keep them in a cage.

A cage: a house, a school, a plug.





I sometimes take them to the woods.

Here are the woods. This is our earth. This is where we are.

Here we are connected.





Here we are. Trees and roots and sky.

Here we are falling things. Here we are buried things.




Here we are the wind. Here we fly.




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