The Tao of Word 8
Standing on my lap, this eagle
looks at me with childlike searching.
Talons faintly stroke my face
as if observing each expressive
curvature or cranial
horizon. Eyes the depth of sunlight
break into my own. Vision
sharper than the edge of love
itself is soaring through my bones.
~Feugill Poirier 2008
MY GARDENING METHOD
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I grew up on 92 acres of partly-forested, partly-open land in the country.
I now live on a very small lot at the outer edge of — but still within — a
city...
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