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Prayer for Winged Loosestrife Rediscovered in Vermont
Deb Baker I breathe in record heat, multiple floods, trees that have been cut down for no good reason. I breathe out fish returning to clean waters, rare wildflowers reappearing beside a road, ferns unfurling, spawned where they’ve stood for thousands of years. I breathe in asphalt, leaf blowers, jet contrails cutting through the sky. I breathe out elders arrested outside banks, young people lying down in streets, churchyards sprouting solar panels. I breathe in this whole earth, how it was made from dust and spirit and love, I breathe out a way forward, breathe out the beauty of just being here, breathe out, breathe out, breathe out. |
Nuala McEvoy, Anja's Green City
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