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Oct 2022
Here in the high weeds of violins and flutes
is where I find you
when I pause
and breathe
and listen.

In the marshes
where plant life
saves coastal cities
we who think we are stuck
with nowhere to go
should take root in these shallow waters
of the great ocean.
It is there where
we live most of our lives after all.
Glenn Currier
Written by
Glenn Currier  M/DeSoto, TX
(M/DeSoto, TX)   
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