Day Two
I Am Not the Sum of Myself
I am not the sum of myself
But of this life
The frog-song
First of the season
Calling in the soft warm twilight
The trillium petals
Sweet in the sunlight
Breaking through winter leaf-mold
The bird wings
Blue as the post-storm sky
Dancing through tender branches
We are not the sum of ourselves
But of this life
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