nor would it be possessed;
                                                —Kahlil Gibran

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it is kind of like this;
                how I watch the wild blue flax
                                bend and be

                in the morning
                                but beautiful

I mean how I don’t
                harvest and rush inside
                                find a glass to contain

or how I once held a sparrow in my hand
                or something
                                like a sparrow

and knew to want          
                                but the trembling sparrow
                -ness of it all

—Jeanie Tomasko