the way the wind decides
which leaves to stir
the way the tree decides
how tightly to hold on
the way the leaf decides
now time to let go
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the way the wind decides
which leaves to stir
the way the tree decides
how tightly to hold on
the way the leaf decides
now time to let go
there's a poem in every day
aka: The Happy Bookers
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I came to where you were living, up a stair. There was no one there.--John Ashberry, "The New Higher"
custom poems on vintage typewriters
One Poet's Writing Practice
A Ronka Poetry Practice Since 2014
Living in the moment
Puff Of Smoke Poems 