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https://www.poetryfoundation.org/podcasts/152996/fast-gas

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We Should Be Well Prepared

by Mary Oliver

The way the plovers cry goodbye. The way the dead fox keeps on looking down the hill with open eye. The way the leaves fall, and then there’s the long wait. The way someone says we must never meet again. The way mold spots the cake, The way sourness overtakes the cream. The way the river water rushes by, never to return. The way the days go by, never to return. The way somebody comes back, but only in a dream.

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fog clearing moon

adrienne maree brown

fog cast before the moon soft fingers that can’t touch her face this river of our righteous tears earth women bear this weight

fog on a full fat moon fragments converge into something new what we release has a gravity let go of what’s not true

sweet and fog clearing moon show me this dirt is not so bleak lift up your skywide veil promise me: there’s always light

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When despair for the world grows in me and I wake in the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be, I go and lie down where the wood drake rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds. I come into the peace of wild things who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief. I come into the presence of still water. And I feel above me the day-blind stars waiting with their light. For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

Wendell Berry

“The Peace of Wild Things” by Wendell Berry, A Poetry Film by Charlotte …

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