there's a lot more
to be done.
spelling and structure.
grammar. there are
more words,
more thoughts to be put into it.
more ruminations
about love
and loss, about hope
and faith.
i need to polish it like
the dying apple
it is. off the tree, just a day
away from turning
brown while a joyful worm
burrows happily,
thrilled at what he's found.
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