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  • Writer's pictureMj Pettengill

Oh, Bear

© American Black Bear, Mj Pettengill
© American Black Bear, Mj Pettengill

Oh, Bear, I wait

where violets perch on the edge

of rocks born of

another time,

long-forgotten and buried

in the dark corners

of all that we thought we were but were not.

And with their song morning came, wings in flickering shadows, where trees flipped;

roots and stumps

dead, rotting,

reaching again

for a gauzy sun.

Life escapes

through narrow doors

on a silent path that follows a river with no beginning

or end. Secrets lie wasted on narrow banks

where the truth is washed away, yet it never leaves.

Oh, Bear,

I wait while the sun stands still,

and the daylight passes over the Earth,

alive with blooms shaking in unknowing. Take thy spirit to thee

when you only dream you are dreaming.

Mj Pettengill Copyright © 2023, Daisyfields Press Mj-Generated

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