Tough week in many ways, for many of us in the world. I am posting just this poem, written five or six years ago, which is part of a new manuscript.
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Late May
The events of the world
enter my house via cable lines
and satellite.
Family fabric frays,
children fledge. I free a robin
tangled in fence wire,
harvest spinach,
prepare a meal no one
stays home to eat.
After dinner, during
that spell between
afternoon and twilight
I watch the meadow—
two deer, thirty yards apart
in the tall weeds.
One drops a fawn, a swift birth
and the creature is on its feet
in less than two minutes.
They wander into woods
as the second doe delivers,
christens yarrow and milkweed.
I stand at my window. I say,
to hell with the events
of the world.

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This is beautiful and so grounding in the face of current events.
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Thank you.
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