July

Just when you think you’ve dried
up forever, a great bird comes along,
lands lightly on your shoulder, and dips its beak into
your freshly flowing spirit. All
is not lost! Even hundred-year-old tree
stumps are sanctuary enough for seeds.
Happiness is no museum—it’s a garden,
ever battling blight and bugs and
rabbits, while sunflowers grow
evenly skyward.

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