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A new piece.  Enjoying these warming days of spring here in north Florida.


what does a fresh turned over soul smell like?
underfoot in this garden
reeling from this
so called life

my friend insists
that to live well
is to struggle coherently
so he told novitiates

and he tells me that to be a saint
is to be myself
and that free speech means
something more like speech
that is true to the core of me

the work
the weeding, the tending
the watchful eye for that
which would plunder

and ever so often, the smell
of the fresh turned over soul of another
reminding me to start at it all
yet again

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