Cracks of our lips

 

Some weave basket out of light

some weave love.

some gather dry woods and build fires in the hills

and then toast fresh corn and share it with the evening breeze.

some build fire in the hearts and let it spread

until it consumes the entire world.

Look my friend:

from the outside, it seems we do things differently.

from inside

the stillness of a poem can hold the ocean.

we recite every word with the heart full of song,

the ocean pours into the cracks of our lips.

 

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