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Perfect Now

I walked that narrow path

along the creek

after three days away

Blue-Eyed Mary dancing

with Sweet William

two dogs racing forth

Kingfisher zooming low

I in my muddy boots

with the deep satisfying certainty

that every One, this I, all of us, were

precisely where and as we should be

breathing being blooming in that

exact and perfect now.

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