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"Interdependence"

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Last evening I pulled in

to our driveway. Standing

between our house and

our neighbors, a buck

returned my gaze, holding

me within its black eyes.

Buck standing at boundary

recalling me to reality.

Silent reminder of nature’s better way

harvest, consumption in harmony.

He, whose ancestors roamed

these plains, from their substance

provided feasts

for a people

who lived in reverence of

those they shared land with,

not dominators, controllers, masters,

grateful recipients of generous gift,

taking what was necessary,

offering thanks.

Shamed I come with exploiter’s hands,

boasting my independence,

proclaiming loudly “Freedom”,

while chained in

delusion’s dungeon.

Caught in this moment

I see only when the spell is broken.

Time’s ripe for revolution,

restoring oldest vision;

humans, nature

respecting one another.

Shall we perish separately

or rebuild mutual liberty?

© Phil Kemp, 2025

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