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September 28, 2011

This still morning fits my mood as
my life feels paused somehow placed on hold
not by the finger of God or any angel good or evil
but by my own reluctance to change 
one whit
of what
has felt to me a perfect balance.
The petals of this flower have 
uncurled to a round fullness
drinking up the sun and rain
finding this patch of earth 
so loamy and rich as to promise 
ever more and grander
blooms to come.

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