glory


     the simple song of birds
           the gathering of morning dew
           in cup and saucer flowers
    the scent of a beautiful woman
          twilight braiding into day
boats in a quiet New England harbor
     remembering something that has gone
         perfectly right
all this is the glory of living
      with expectations put away
          in  my bedside stand drawer


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