While my bowl is still half full
you can eat out of it too
and when it is empty
just bury it out in the flowers
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All I want to be
is a thousand blackbirds
bursting from a tree
seeding the sky
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The moon put her hand
over my mouth and told me
to shut up and watch
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What is it the wind has lost
that she keeps looking for
under each leaf?
-- Jim Harrison and Ted Kooser
