O This Winter
when it snows in April
fifty years after Martin Luther King, Junior
we pray for a permanent thaw
when frost attacks our gardens
so thorns and thickets linger
we pray our hearts may be that good soil
what seeds will we sow this spring
the tubers are in, and perhaps beans -
without strings - God bless us everyone
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