right into his frosty eye
but I don’t see emptiness;
there is not one bleak hour.
No, he is filled toe to crown
with all the potential of a year
and a teeming willingness
to let it go, to give it all up to the
tumpeting needs of everythingness
just waiting to happen.
J. Pratt-Walter
(c) 1/5/2019
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