For Life Itself Is a Service
I am unhappy
in this situation,
and yet. . .
Does not a dandelion
blossom even when alone,
praying to a desolate street lamp?
Poem's title attributed to Edgar Cayce.
Copyright © Orma Sullivan | Year Posted 2018
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