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Elizabeth Romero: Dear Michael
No, no this is important.
This is the dust.
These are the ashes.
And every molecule has a name.
And every particle is a sleeping person.
A cat. A horse. A dog.
And out of this we make houses,
Gardens, and, yes, bombs, guns,
Clubs, bats, shovels
To lay us down again
To induce the long sleep we call the soil,
The earth, the dirt.
Copyright 2023 Elizabeth Romero
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Thank you, Betsy! A beauty.
Ever since you told me about Michael, in more depth, over time – I find that I think of him from time to time. He is (his spirit) in my prayers, as is Phil.
xxx
Jesseca
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Thank you! Spot on, as usual
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Yes, spot on.
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Amen! Dirt is my salvation at times; a teeming handful of life reminding me of who and what I am and of my place in life’s cycle.
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Well-said, Leo!
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