He wanted to write
a novel of songs,
of singing.
What it's like to breathe
after a year's held breath.
Seasons can change so swiftly
when we're numb,
when life's journeys are
held as obligations.
We all must be challenged
and driven by our own quests.
You can't force
a man to breathe differently,
to understand your patterns.
Each ear is affixed
to what it wants to hear.
His grandfather said,
"Any cedar will grow
where'er she damn well pleases.
You just keep an eye on
what nurses beneath 'er."
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