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bounding over grass
chasing a butterfly
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Jo McCrory is a writer and artist living in northern California.
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this poem isn’t about Firefly every morning i
touch nature —
quite literally embrace
the fuzzy trunk
of a redwood
tilt my head up
say good morning to my
little patch of sky
the small oval
between branches where
the blue sky or clouds
remind me
they can’t take the sky from you
i bring an offering
to thank the earth
the trees and grass
the rocks, rooks, and creatures
for sustenance and hope
for allowing me to reintegrate
into that from which i was born
loose threads 