gathering the fragments of light ( miracles we miss for the sake of busyness)


the harmonica plays skeleton keys in the rain

a chord that ran to fight another day


the water laps against the shore in an infinite embrace


to the flag unfurled in the wind

striking the pole

colors bleed and run to form a union


trills of the robins, the gulls, the jays

songs, messages, poems, praise


a hammer driving a stake

a man in the water

a man in the way


to a heart composed

who sat still for awhile

watching miracles unfold……..  on an average day

gathering the fragments that remain


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