Some see it as a bad sign when the old begin giving away their things they say we are rehearsing for death to go dispossessed into darkness - the way we came in Maybe it's just lightening the load like a readying caddisfly nymph junking accretions of exoskeleton; those small treasures from the ones already gone along the lineage of kin or some dust-gathering stuff that others might find shine in My bequest will be all I've achieved; some precious things perceived a rich repository of uncertainty that ultimate belief in mystery but who has upturned palms to receive all these unsubstantials that I'll leave?
In her Poetics prompt “It’s a Given“, Merril is encouraging us to think about ‘giving’ in our poetry
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