May 28

The question asked is answered
with each dawn, drawn anew
from the erased ink. The wind
as it wanders delivers news
of seers who seek to ween us
from this nerd-awe, obsession
of senses, of the reproducible.
Saner answers ensnare our spirit,
endear our awe, and dare us
to renew faith in something
wondrous, in amnesty,
in earned return to the nest,
to the garden, to newer homes.

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