Albert K. Ashes-Bury’s May

May you be born easily and hugged tightly
when that is needed. May you never
have to study or read or philosophise
or write poetry. May you never have to think
of anything.

May love and all its quilts never haunt you.
May physicality not be loaded—sex
safe, health being sniffles and old age
at best. May you accept
summer and winter in any climate.

May you not overanalyse anything written.
May you not have to scrutinise
the motivations and dirty wills of others.
May you nod at dirt without judgement
but from far away.

May you at worst write your own.

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