Marching Orders

If it isn’t the full moon, moving lock, stock and barrel across the nighttime sky, settling us as we sleep,

It’s the earnest, pre-July tomato, out of season, allowing your knife, hoping to earn your devotion nonetheless.

Diligent, determined. Teachers of us.

How simply might we, with role-models as these, also warm the chilled shoulder of the world?

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