friday i threw away an orchid
I had been trying to get it to flower, I did not
want to give up on it, but it had been
two years- so I threw it in a bag
under my sink
this evening when getting ready to throw
the bag out, I looked inside and there it was
green, no different than it was the day i threw
it out- but what was different about it was the way
I looked at it, the way I chose to see it.
The Fox
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Dear Poet,
Today, you woke with plan you were going to befriend a fox. I listened as
you spoke about how you would follow it's track trough the forest a...
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