first win

from e.e. cummings 95 poems

eyes eyes

looking (alw
ays) while
earth and sky grow
one with won

der until (see

This is for me more than a poem about the sharing of perception (father and son at a window watching snowflakes “falling & falling & falling”. It is also about the mystery of productive connection: “EverychildfatheringOne”. There is something gone, something in the gone. There is no one without a loss from the all.

And so for day 466

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