Taste: tomato
Sound: lutes
Smell: plumeria
Sight: an open field, an open sky
Touch: fluffy
Intellect, ideas, and dreams:
“Remember the plants, trees, animal life who all have their/tribes, their families, their histories, too. Talk to them. /Listen to them. They are alive poems.” -- Remember, Joy HarjoThis poem is traveling to Jupiter’s astroid field via NASA’s Lucy space probe, launched Oct. 2021.;
“Self-liberate even the antidote.”
Grateful for: dreams
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