A Mind Without Design Or Debate Poem by Craig Steiger

A Mind Without Design Or Debate

Rating: 3.0


Wet is the earth

The narrow forest paths

Bristled with raindrip branches

In a far corner

Meditating in the hushed light

Of madrone canopies

A mind without design or debate

At home with the birds

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