A poem by Lily Selthofner, 2021.

Photo by Lily Selthofner, 2022.

wheels push the days into months

learned figures of god to follow

reality left unswallowed

loving hugs to marvel

with memories of source preceding,

beauty lingering

may each young vessel of potentiality

emerge unscathed, wrapped in the knowledge of birdsong

into each coming day and month

a baby, growing old

growing up.

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