Cohort
written by: Jean M Beebe
@jmbsquared
down from Yokun Ridge
coiled foxes kept
a silent fire watch
while the earth turned
toward a full moon
we all stood to see
down from Yokun Ridge
I unearthed
a wool-wrapped
kintsugi heart
that unfurled like
no fiddlehead ever would
down from Yokin Ridge
we wove a crystalline circle
-endless & living-
when that morning raven
called again,
“Remember! Remember.”
I am a teacher and learner, writer and reader, photographer and musician. I ride a bicycle, run, and swim, chasing immortality. A buddhist who remembers Jesus.
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