A dear friend had a six pack of Olys stashed in the back of her beer fridge. One of her son’s friends broke into last week not knowing what it was. We drank the last four last night. It tasted like it cost $2 at The Reef in 2013.

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Give me time to clean my eaves out.

Give me time to sort and count my coins.

Give me time to fold and paste the paper

slowly.

Give me time to walk the beaches by myself.

Give me time to pick a stone the tide can rise

around.

Give me time to find a new dock,

build a shanty, batten down, to fish and

worship wind.

Give me time to find the bottom of my lungs

and start my scream from there.

Give me time to make the tears

for all the crying when I pull you to me again.

what you bring forth will save you.

If you do not bring forth what is within you,

What you do not bring forth will destroy you.”

It feels good, like a root must feel, when it finds, after centuries, another root to pleach underground. There are a hundred thousand species of love, separately invented, each more ingenious than the last, and every one of them keeps making things.