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Photo by Susan K Hagen–shagen@bscedu

What do you want to do with all the collections?

I collect anything ripples my mind;
rocks, to pry the journey;
words, to sail the sea unknown;
money, to breathe.

Some rocks end up being the garden border,
making the steps pause and think;
money, windchimes,
catch the winds blue and pink;
filler of the mud puddle,
the path high and low;
words, the builder of the fantasy, near & far–

moan of the mountain with pain or glee;
whispers of the night fog;
grunts of the earth at dawn;
echoes of the stars’ song.

©Byung A. Fallgren