We were owed this.
After the years when the hills burned,
when the air itself was a punishment,
when the season leaned in close
just to see if we’d flinch.
We were owed this.
And yet — thank you.
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Grace
It begins without
the neat arithmetic
of worth.
No flag raised,
only muscle toward peril;
blind courage does not
await applause.
It does not deal in
the soft currency
of thank you.
It leaves the world
unchanged in its turning,
but altered
in its meaning.
Though Bigfoot DOES Exist
