THANKS to the green grasses and the brown denuded hills,
to the letters of love in the dresser drawer and the table
laden with bills,
thanks to the bruises of long ago which sometimes echo still,
and to the fervor and flavor of strong human nourishment
here and now, forever until….
YES to what is not yet visible but shall rise into worlds
beyond both verdant and barren hills,
to all which is coming into our lives for so-called good and yes,
as well to ill.
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