Be Here Now

Whispering to you old tales,
a spider is an omen
like blackbirds,
but you haven’t noticed
what a blessing she is
as you obsess over evils
and what isn’t.
Fearing darkness and a life
you whisper for
to the stars,
low and mournful
like grief,
like a wish.
Put it safely away
in your heart
and just live.

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