I make no apologies for Mary Oliver

There is a beauty to life that
If you dare see it
Will crush you
It will take your heart and do a surgery
Most extreme
Even those things often called base
And Ugly
Seen in proper light will
Startle you awake

Dust gathered by the wind
Papers blown and crumpled
Cast aside quickly
These stories, singular
Mythic
Each one a tragedy
Or else on other days
A romance and comedy
We, like they
Want only to
Make our mark
To hope that
With our passing
Someone will stop
And notice
The day of our departure
And on future days miss
The light
We once had shown

dg

2/8/11

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