Don’t confuse me with
someone standing on the earth.
I’m strung from the sun.
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Andrew Furst is a poet, author, Buddhist teacher, photographer, artist, and a technologist. His poetry has appeared in Platform Review, Rue Scribe, Poetry Leaves, and Failed Haiku. He self-published his first volume of poetry, “Clouds Tell Us: Poetry at the Intersection of Nature and Our Humanity”, in 2016. Learn more about Andrew by visiting www.andrewfurst.net.
Photo: Stephen Leonardi
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