We hear the counsel of elders
who change into trees at night
We share advice with our parallel selves
We make apple orchards with our minds
We wake up in different worlds
and know this dreaming is for real
Shooting stars applaud our good intentions
Thunderclaps tell us when it's time to stop
We build our houses on the threshold
You can't put butter on our heads
or reel us on with a limp noodle
We beat our drums with baby socks
We ride in the cosmic school bus
and walk in a castle of possibilities
- Žernov, August 27. 2018
Photo: Fire in the Apple Orchard by Robert Moss
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