Here I am

Foggy mornings, misty meadows, spiderwebs heavy with dew

dogs backs are wet like they’ve been licked

by the weeping weeds, by the sun’s dapples

the spiders are dry.

I am dewy and particulate

lost in this sea of generosity

my incompleteness is as real as anything.


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