Climb up that steep hill
There are no hedges, no tracks
A rural, russet
light is sure to delight us
Reach the far summit
There is a movement of charge
A higher passion
is almost within our reach
Down the hill we go!
praise and wave to enzyme spurs
Let the atoms thrive,
jumping their lower hurdles
Here is a new poem that is featured on Poetry Worth Hearing episode 21. Thanks Kathleen! https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/kathleen-mcphilemy/episodes/Poetry-Worth-Hearing-Episode-21-e2g692v Ins
Alarms sound. No harms found. Diatoms do their work. Switching gas. A flip flop. A process. New access. Alarms sound. No harms found. We breathe now. To bodies goes fresh blood. Let’s clap for CO2 to