Lisa & Bisa

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When you walk on the sand
at the shore
and see someone
scratched Lisa Loves Bisa,
you don’t think
somehow the tide
created that,
or maybe a specie of
cute little crabs
had nothing better to do—
no, you know
there was complex specificity
behind it,
a whole narrative
of people alive.

And when you walk through
the fields and groves
of captivating beauty,
sunlight hitting them so
at the moment,
all medicine and nourishment,
and consider
the recurring motifs
of existence,
you ought to know
you are part of a creation,
a mark in the universe
that goes
on and on
and on.