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The day winds down
in the loud and busy city,
weary work warriors
tromp
in the mud slimmed
streets
shoulders heavy
from the weight
of the world:
They pass
me
oblivious
blinded
by routine
averting
my eyes
or my dog’s
silly gait –
I send them
silent kisses
and light-
blessings
from one
who
has come to know
the value
of seeing,
truly seeing,
for life
is ever too short.

I pay them little heed,
in my own
smugness
for I know
soon
they too will
stop
one day
and see
the last crimson
rays of a shy
winter sun
swell
over the city.

As the light fades
the ravens
converge
in the tallest
pines
and
call their clans
to lift wing
and fly
off into
the night.
I love their
boisterous
calls
unfazed
by the city’s rumble.
At this hour
they are captains
of the realm.
I sometimes
wish
I could alight
following
my clan –
but have none.
I am an orphan
both real
and poetic:
here
I stand
rooted
to this
brown earth
singing
in my heart
to every crocus
that defies
the long cold
knowing
soon
the dogwood will bloom
and so the lilies
and I will
caress their scent
many times over…..

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