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i think i can, i think i can

Updated on June 19, 2014

this is the season of

stirring;


of waking from stupors and

dreaming --


like a woman about to go into labor;

like a poem about to go into the world.


listen to the busy

building:


the child-hood tingling of the body,

stretching out into its beautiful firsts.


it has been happening all winter long –

deeply, quietly, pensively;


but now is the time of noisy

hammering, of outward hanging of shutters and doors,


of measuring and decorating and trimming and

shaking out of formerly silent surfaces:


a braided red rug poised for beating;

a painted flower pot posing for a picture.


these are necessities

some would call frivolities,


the restless little engines that fire

the heavy machinery of the year.

© 2014 Michelle Warner

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