rivers and roads
and currents run through these
measured days of motherhood, aching
from the slow release of focus.
the love of sons leaks
from the carved deep canyon of her
soul, and she slowly disappears
into the splendor of the green, green
poems and sons becoming men and days spent in the woods are my good today.
What’s YOUR good?
🔎 Find the good.
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