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"Spring Azures" by Mary Oliver (excerpt)


In spring the blue azures bow down at the edges of shallow puddles to drink the black rain water. Then they rise and float away into the fields. Sometimes the great bones of my life feel so heavy, and all the tricks my body knows― the opposable thumbs, the kneecaps, and the mind clicking and clicking— don’t seem enough to carry me through this world and I think: how I would like to have wings— blue ones— ribbons of flame. How I would like to open them, and rise from the black rain water.


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