Marie Bortolotto 2023
The First Words The first words got polluted Like river water in the morning Flowing with the dirt Of blurbs and the front pages. My only drink is meaning from the deep brain, What the birds and the grass and the stones drink.
Let everything flow Up to the four elements, Up to water and earth and fire and air.
Seamus Heaney, Poet
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