I wonder around in words
put together by others
strong foundation
firm
sound
stories tall
their tales
whip and wind
in the wind of my mind
and I ask
why I even begin
to open a blank notebook
and drive ink into hardened wood pulp and water
I have to remind myself
that's their forest
their city
only they can build there
A truth as old as trees
and as true as the colors of autumnal leaves
So I build
February 19, 2021
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