Ordinary Miracles

 Spring, rainbows,
ordinary miracles
about which
nothing new can be said.


The stars on a clear night
of a New England winter;
the soft air of the islands
along the old
Spanish Main;
pirate gold shining
in the palm;
the odor of roses
to the lover's nose.
 .
 .


There is no more poetry
to be written
of these things.

The rainbow's sudden revelation--
behold!
The cliché is true!
What can one say
but that?

So too
with you, little heart,
little miracle,

but you are
no less miracle
for being ordinary.

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