I feel my leaves turning
who knows what colors will reveal themselves
in these slowly prevailing winds
my roots grow sideways
I dance a green line
only prolific ventures are welcome
in these revolving pastures
what kind of sign can be seen with such wide eyes
this unbearable possibility floods the horizon
whose distance cannot be charted
whose line cannot be drawn
this lost river knows its ocean
fish swim circles
to hold these currents
fast in tide pools of abundant life.
– Lisa Kagan –
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