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The Garden This Morning

It's warm enough to snow again, a soft sparkly snow. I find I have little to say these days. It's not that I am preoccupied with the disaster -- on the contrary, as 120,000 people die on the other side of the globe, my life goes on as usual. It is this, I think, that preoccupies me. How is it possible? The cats and dogs go on demanding attention; I go on being warm and safe in my winter house; the television goes on offering me trivial distractions. And snow falls, and melts, and falls, and melts.

Red

in the copper urn
in the beaded purse
in the maple, the cherry
      turning
in the african belt
in the bentwood box
in the goldfish
      swimming the chilling pond
in the persian rug
in the porcelain bowl
in the photo of judd
      dancing with scarecrows
in the hopi drum
in the monster's mouth
in me, in me, in me

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