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Tender Moments
There is much to love in
this world,
and much I’ve never
seen, but can guess
easily has to be
spectacular —
between two large stones
and nowhere else,
opening green mouths
like fledglings
these tongues of
blue-purple violets.
The news occupies itself
with danger
and terrible weather and
leaders lying
straight-faced. You can
have all of that.
A robin touches down,
hopping across
the grass, not afraid of
me.
This is a tender moment.
If you care to look for
these moments,
sense a blush of
sunrise; lilacs odors;
rain falling just
enough, not more,
not less; a crow cocking
its head
suspicious of the
silence; or
violets returning every
year.
--- Martin Willitts, Jr
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