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The Bard

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Desk lures fingers

to keys of perception

urges me to open blinds


invite a row of pear trees

into the room, blossoms

sweetened with renewal


Mary Oliver’s words

… They save me; and daily *

embrace us


with grace and grit

resist wind and ice

from storms


Loyal limbs bend

or break and grow back

reach for the sky and sing


an ode to Nature

Life swirls in rings

of struggle and survival


seasoned by generations


I am still here


— t. l. cummings

* When I am Among Trees, by Mary Oliver.

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