Open up your computers, class.

Be certain not to go first to any internet locations.

No websites, facebook, or email.

Do you know what you are here without them?

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Backyard tangle of ropes webbed together,

inside of them a garden.

Mother’s gone mad.

Go find her. Tell her she’s no spider!

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Some other woman is cutting her own hair.

New moon mohawk, a bit messy.

Not for some guy this time.

Then she goes for the second side, not for some woman.

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Class, this is the tradition called contemplative writing.

It’s something different for each of us.

You don’t have to show these to anyone.

Write down a secret.

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What is that in between those onions and the fig tree?

A deer? A fawn all by itself?

How could it get inside there?

Let’s help it out, quick but not to startle it.