WingSpan Poetry Project

CULTIVATING EMPOWERMENT THROUGH POETRY

Not 3, not 2, Yes 1!

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wild and precious life.

To live with awesome anticipation
of what wild things may come,

the precious babies I may hold
or rock to sleep.

The wild hair colors I may try.
The precious words my ears will accept.

The wild mornings when I refuse
to rise and shine.

So wild life can be
and even more precious

what is to be.

 

J.J. 11/11/16

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