Left to themselves people grow their hair. Left to themselves they take off their shoes. Left to themselves they make love sleep easily share blankets, dope & children they are not lazy or afraid they plant seeds, they smile, they speak to one another. The word coming into its own: touch of love; on the brain, the ear. // We return with the sea, the tides we return as often as leaves, as numerous as grass, gentle, insistent, we remember the way, our babes toddle barefoot thru the cities of the universe.Diane passed away two days ago. Tremendous loss, and tremendously grateful for her life and work.
lil: think you'll like this one.