Never Not.

In the mailbox this hot, summer Saturday.

The Watercourse flows, changing form, content,

in every direction all ways. Mindful,

initiating thought, becoming word, voice,

to the ink on your page,

the stars in the dark sky, the moon,

the light in the world.

You, me, us.

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