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My poet peers are pronoun- and conjunction-free,
Often preposition, adjectival free.
They’re spare.
Leaving one to cogitate –
What do they mean there?
Passing on to other things:
I’ve learned from plants
That if a hint of life is slight,
It’s worth the effort of reviving.
Dear pepper plant I nursed is wasting,
Leaves, a virtuality:
Aphids sticky, sucking, stubborn.
Yet small leaflets
That I’ve starved or drowned
(but brushed – each one)
Crushed aphids swept down
Onto soil – exist,
Persisting
Through the thousand blunders.
I have learned that every sign of life
Deserves attention – and my wonder.
© More Lessons 3.3.2009
Nature Of & In Reality; Revelations Big & Small;
Arlene Corwin
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