Hour Six

Deep gladness, great hunger –
having wondered if I would ever get beyond,
I wonder no more.

The green is perfect –
I’m enamoured of the variation in each continent’s pines,
I know that now.

I inherited black clothes, the color blue –
embracing them as my mother before me,
I wonder no more.

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