Exchange

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Exchange

 

The squirrel froze, quivering 

and then dashed up a tree

to chitter, loudly 

 

as you knelt by its meal, or

what remained of it

a mushroom the size of your hand

new, since yesterday

and already marred

 

and you felt fear

for all new things

 

for how they, 

like your heart, 

are unsafe in this world

 

and as you stood 

to leave

 

the squirrel fell silent

and the forest, in the hush,

leaned in

pointing not at any loss

but to something given

 

a form 

filled with beginnings 

released only through 

endings

 

an exchange safely made

between mushroom

and squirrel

 

and you remember 

there is more than one way 

to tell a story

 

more than one way

to feel safe

 

more than one way

to give something

new

to this world.

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