and the place you stay
come to the same thing.
What you long for
and what you've left behind
are as useless as your name.
Just one time, walk out
into the field and look
at that towering oak—
an acorn still beating at its heart.
Art credit: Untitled photograph by Mark Moffett//Minden Pictures (originally color).
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