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Blue Boy
The wind blew him in, the one I noticed
Late fall or early — does it matter, for he was the perfect shades of blue and blush
Minding his own damn business, but for feasting in my wildflower garden
I had seed to spare and time
There was not a thing more important than to study an old-new friend that day
Eastern not Western, and I knew him some lifetime before
Now Let’s Do This Thing
A single seed, plant with me.
Name it with wishes and might and endeavor for it.
In the dark, early mornings, remember that it needs our care.
Let it feed us when the day’s shadows are exhaustingly long.
Plant this seed with me.
Seed
Neither instinct nor plan
Nor will
Nor wish
Can make what is become not
At your device lies a devious tool
Changing your habit of thought