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Here you will find the writings of the poet Theodore Waterfield

Bread on the Water

I shove longings into crevices
and they grow flowers.
I reach for clouds
and snowflakes fall.
Wind gushes
over the brim of goblets.
Stories open
their beginnings and ends
in beautiful pauses.
I am made whole,
allowing night
to begin and end,
and dawn to return
with yellow hands.

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