4–15–2019
If I speak wisely
I am bewildered
If I say lovely things
I confound myself
If I am brave
I want to hide
When I am quick of wit
I find myself lacking
When I am prideful
I feel my flaws
The mountain pine
works harder than I
The desert bird
is smarter
Only human
I pass by in the only way that I can.
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If I were a fruit tree
I would put forth
poems
small and sweet
for the picking.
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Bright sun
rises
lending itself to laughter.
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Dana Sanford
4/15/2019
