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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

Enlightened

I am still here

 

— t. l. cummings

* When I am Among Trees, by Mary Oliver.

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