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The Privilege Of Poetry

My Sunday Morning Offering:

(Photos by Jerri Lynn Sparks)

The Privilege Of Poetry

I can tell a bird by its song And a broken soul by its brine A lovely day by its promise Discerned from what's in mind

I have made questionable choices- The move across time, And a move across reason - But always they were mine...

And so I will have love for breakfast

With those who don't owe it to me

And I will be thoroughly grateful

For the privilege of poetry...

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