Studies
in accompaniment and snow.
A
zendo for the boy.
Fall
lines on the edge of consciousness.
“We
have to live in a way that liberates the ancestors
and
future generations who are inside of us.”
Winter
camped, Thich Nhat Hanh says
for
this day’s Mothership read,
“If
we do not liberate our ancestors,
we
will be in bondage all our life
and
we will transmit that to our children and grandchildren.”
The
boy wraps himself in a mummy bag
in
the sleeping compartment over the truck.
Grandpa
picks up the book the boy brought
from
the library. The girl says to the boy,
You
can see through the mist, you know what’s real.
Jim
Bodeen
6
February 2017
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