small destinies

there are children that must be born and
children born to bear them;
There are harvests that must be brought in and
seeds destined for shallow graves.
There are berries in deep forests, red and
bright, berries that will
never be eaten and never
go to seed;
there is destiny in all of it,
every puddle and every pine cone,
suffused and suffering
by destiny.

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