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About This Poem
Incredible Dew
Incredible; Dew —
Clinging to a blade of grass;
Magnifying the shade of green;
Intensifying the brightness of the sun;
Gazing in I see myself.
Reflections turn inward,
Cells;
Microscopic bits;
A nucleus
As the blade of grass itself
becomes a mere cell in the vast earth
spreading before my soul,
Touching it –
Teasing it –
Coaxing out primal instincts –
Memories of new earth that can’t be remembered
But are there –
Almost awake –
Sensing the pleasure of the first perfect morning
laid down by the hand of God.
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