Friday, August 31, 2007

In Memory of Max


Willows never forget how it feels to be young.
Do you remember where you came from?
Gravel remembers.
Even the upper end of the river believes in the ocean.
Exactly at midnight, yesterday sighs away.
What I believe is, all animals have one soul.
Over the people they love, they crisscross forever.
William Stafford

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