Oh, this life,
the now,
this morning,
which I
can turn
into forever
by simply loving
what is here,
is gone by noon.
--David Budbill
"Maybe if we reinvent whatever our lives give us we find poems." --Naomi Shihab Nye
We forget that spring comes not all at once, in one wide sweep of warmth and green blanketing the ground, but blossom by blossom, and blade ...
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