Posts on Thursdays.
I remember finding this poem on Press 1. It is a long one too. One of my favorite stanzas is:It’s hard to love man who loves onlybeing loved Because love is not so much forgivenessas making one aware of one’s flaws in order to evince necessarychange ProcessLove is not Cheetos Love is beetsspinach (I Love Spinach!)The bear that have crossed my path have all been sighted from a car, not a hiking trail. Did you ever see GRIZZLY MAN? It gives onepause for sure. My grandfather shot a bear at one point and skinned it out, beheading it. I remember looking at the muscularature, and realizing how very much like a man it looked, much more Anthropoid than I hadpreviously considered; that somewhere apes, man, and bearbranched off on the genetic tree.
Thanks. It was my favorite for a long time. Might still be.
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