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Morning Flowers Waking Up

Today, a Poem for Summer

Today Today I'm flying low and I'm not saying a word. I'm letting all the voodoos of ambition sleep. The world goes on as it must, the bees in the garden rumbling a little, the fish leaping, the gnats getting…

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Snowfield With Dried Trees / Solstice Poem

Solstice Poem

Solstice Poem by Margaret Atwood This is the solstice, the still point of the sun, its cusp and midnight, the year's threshold and unlocking, where the past lets go of and becomes the future; the place of caught breath, the…

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