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untitled, xvi

On a day when some choose the imposition
of ashes, to wear the burnt-palm dust, and to 
consider the return of the fallen body to the
receiving earth, the painless breakdown of de-
composition, the transformation of physical
matter,

I prefer to view the dead-winter brush spiked
with new-spring life along the brook from the
window by my bubbling bath, to wear the blue-
green color of hope, and to consider the re-
storative power of water on the enduring
heart.
Posted 03/09/11
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My favorite poem ever
09/23/11 7:23pm