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Sunday, May 30, 2004

A Flower No More Than Itself



::today
sunrise : 5:37am
sunset : 8:39pm
day length : 15h 1m
moonset: 3:26am
moonrise : 4:37 pm
moonphase: waxing gibbous 11 days
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A Flower No More Than Itself

She was there on the mountain
still as the fig tree and the failed wheat.
Only the lizards and a few goats moved.
Everything stunned by heat and silence.
I would get to the top of the terraced starkness
with my ankles cut by thistles and all of me
drained by the effort in the fierce light.
I would put the pomegranate and the anise
and a few daisies on the great rock
where the fountain was long ago.
Too tired to praise. And found each time
tenderness and abundance in the bareness.
Went back down knowing I would sleep clean.
That She would be awake all year with sun
and dirt and rain. Pride Her life.
All nature Her wealth. Sound of owls Her pillow.

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~Linda Gregg

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