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Always it will be late summer in your mind: Birches give off a full and dark light With a motion you know will abide and return Every evening. You are changed By small things: an elm seed spins To earth, and like your talent for the cello The possibilities remain enclosed. Being ordinary makes you a hero— Sweeping the porch, looking at the sky, You become more than yourself. The solace for being Dull is being perfectly at ease with the world. All afternoon The afternoon sails in and out the window, And the first star starts the lake singing. -- Copyright 2020 Michael Simms
From American Ash (Ragged Sky, 2020).