Because we all want to write more poems.
storage
With darkness gnawing at the edges of days
wearing them down in its black tide
we try to capture sunlight with our eyes
salt and store it, fill the root cellar
as we have done with the garden’s work
saving what will keep for the lean times
it’s our human way—the worry for then
in the moment called now
the old battle of seasons,
of cycles, of tides and time.
- Benjamin Gorman's Shared Poems
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