a seed dropped from the beak of a
bird. our falling the beginning of
our human existence. our branches
we grow close to regardless of time
space or even species. we meet each
as if we were once whole. plato had
it wrong - we were not one being
split in two - we were an entity of
beauty that lived hundreds of years
or only a season. regardless entwined
forever trying to reemerge whole
i miss when you write. having never
known i feel it ok to be part - a small
part of an existence that at one time
was whole
forever trying to reemerge whole
i miss when you write. having never
known i feel it ok to be part - a small
part of an existence that at one time
was whole
