and why are you still awake mary oliver? your lover is gone yet you watch in the woods for one moment of transcendence with two deer; proof that breathing a little isn’t living. are you right?
and why am i still awake? have you both stopped somewhere to wait for me; for holy communion with this grass growing in a democratic way encompassing everything, risking no words at all. a yawp, a pretty mouth? Unequivocal communion.