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Ode to Mary Oliver

Ode to Mary Oliver
How many hours Do you Or I Have?
Not just That we’ve Tucked away Like magpies But how many Do we have In all our cosmic possession?
How many golden autumn evenings Where the dusk rises blue and smokey Against the gilt of the setting sun?
How many nights Black with it’s liquid rainand worry Pacing
Up and down Like fingers Over your fragile spine?
How many meals, Eating at this scrubbed wooden table With your children? How many meals at the same wooden table  with your parents?
How much time do we have,  for business meetings, Stop lights, Weeding the flower bed and watching our children sleep? 
How many more moments do we have? To look up And feel the rain on our faces Splashing like time across our laughing lips and closed tight lids? To look into the person You’ve sat next to For the past twenty years And have the courage To look at them with fresh eyes
And let that hit you And let yourself love them Deeper and new again
What if this Is it?
What are you doing with …

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