Not all heroes and heroines
must marry and die. One must
be born first. Born into reason,
nature and spirit. Filled with
a bit of mystery. Stirred
by the hands of fate. And witness
the flowering of a day lily. And
the sighing pshaw of the chickadee.
Each moment may bring surprise
but more often than not it will
be followed by another moment.
Sometimes my day passes
trying to get at the meaning
of yesterday. Did I worship
everything meaningfully? And,
how important was it for me
to do so? Maybe greeting
a passerby is more than enough.
Enough does not have to be the best.
Time still follows the worst which,
though crushed, can no longer witness
how it becomes history. Perhaps,
and again perhaps, what is worn
and what becomes do not have
to marry and die.
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