Thank you so much for this Sarah.



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Here's my resulting poem. It's not great, and doesn't adequately capture my pleasure in that moment. But....

Jazz to the north,

Venders' tents to the south,

but in between I walk alone past graying buildings

in the crisp, still air.

A dry leaf skittering along the curb startles me.

I own this moment.

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Thank you, Sarah. I feel like I'm in this ripple with you and Nye and Stafford. I also use his Writing the Australian Crawl in my poetry classes, too. I also like the reference to habits especially, and I relate ripple to the Buddhist concept of interbeing, the influences and inheritances we all gain or participate in.

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