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thanksgiving poem

be not angry with me
under dusky laurel leaf
i saw god. do you doubt it?
she heard the children playing in the sun
woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me
the little pitiful, worn, laughing faces
glass-blower of time
passing through huddled and ugly walls
sweet splendor
just now

 



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