Growth Time is exhausting, dull, a heavy weight pressing down to the grave and beyond.
Even the angelic ones start acting up, throw around curse words, papers, their writing implements.
They claw at each other for things to eat. I have never been so tired as after Growth Time.
The dictionary might keep us occupied all year long.
The poet said to build things like put sticks together and notice things. I noticed that up close the meadow lark looked like a fierce hawk. You have to be fierce if you are going for a light touch. Even the flying suitcase Great Blue Heron seemed intent on packing and unpacking. There is great joy from the underneath. The green is opposite of the desert, the desert a negative of the green but just as interesting and full of history.
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