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Night, wanders my mind, the way songs play, we might find two bright stars, dancing

All these forgotten seeds; sprouts just now waking up, waving to the sun

Revel in silence between yesterday and night, dance the fading light

Stretching, unfolding; the Fiddlehead yawns, unrolls its way into day

Light snow, covering green flower buds peeking up from winter's cold earth

There are no gods, but not everyone is cursed every moment

from You're The Top by Ellen Bass https://poets.org/poem/youre-top?mc_cid=bef9ba6dce&mc_eid=ed9c8bae96

Some pillars remain empty of devotion, blank screens on which we scribe our fears

But I miss the stories, even the ones where all falls apart on the whims of just a few

I miss our Gods

In Spring's evening, the sun settles in to nap; languid laziness

A bird bombardier, a swooping Swallow, soaring inside a sharp wind

The night hour, gone, lost in a pocket of sleep; crumpled paper poems

for Algot

Five dirtied fingers playing in the soil, planting hope for months ahead