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Poetry · 2025 · Sandy Shugart
We keep a list of plans
for building, remodeling,
adorning this place we
love to live, so it may
continue to hold our
unfolding dreams, a kind
of homely cathedral,
always under construction.
A world of suppliers,
apparently chained, offers
all manner of services
materials, promises
of fast fulfillment,
some assembly required.
But we make of each day
a gathering of what
is already here, has
always been here:
native, abundant, grounded
ready to be employed.
We build with what
we have always had
close at hand.