I seek the beat gravitate toward the heat
small flowers fall from their decay trees rise.
The garbage rumbles by its custodians are heroes to me
they do the dirty work we would rather not.
We all cover ourselves with the earth’s blanket
topsoil to taproots burrowed in to survive.
We’re in this together
least we can do is share a little warmth in the darkness.
Light a lantern hang it over a bed of straw
this is a nest not a trap.
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