For Guido
Live and let live
It’s thousands of whales now.
Not a harpooned handful.
Thousands and thousands singing from one ocean
to another, currents of swimming choirs
Live and let live
It feels so much better than the death bulletins
we cry about over salty cheeseburgers and sweet smoothies.
Can’t remember the last time I picked fruit from a bush or a tree.
Live and let live
The fears and erratic thoughts mellow.
The more breath is felt the less running away
from warmest extinction with death in our eyes.
Live and let live
rest well now
good rights and no fights
light
“Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts. There is something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains of nature – the assurance that dawn comes after night, and spring after winter.”
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chameleonian times 