fail better

my last restart blew away
as soon as I posted it
or rather my writing tenacity
was blown away

so much happening here
in real space/time
it makes cyperspace look empty
and inactive . . .

all of my writing has been languishing
while I have been feeding all the woodland critters
(1/2 ton of food per year)

and helping move the firewood
from the slopes to here below
where we dwell

and watching the amble of the sun
through the tree line
from one fall equinox
to the next one

and planting and harvesting

spinning and knitting
and lazing

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