This grey morning, I sit on the porch with eyes tired from last night’s tears and read Mary Oliver…

Sometimes the great bones of my life feel so heavy,
and all the tricks my body knows-
the opposable thumbs, the kneecaps,
and the mind clicking and clicking-

don’t seem enough to carry me through this world
and I think: how I would like

to have wings-
blue ones-
ribbons of flame.

(from “Spring Azures”)

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