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Poetry Sunday | What Gorgeous Thing.

from this morning’s walk
What Gorgeous Thing
I do not know what gorgeous thing
the bluebird keeps saying,
his voice easing out of his throat,
beak, body into the pink air
of the early morning. I like it
whatever it is. Sometimes
it seems the only thing in the world
that is without dark thoughts.
Sometimes it seems the only thing
in the world that is without
questions that can’t and probably 
never will be answered, the
only thing that is entirely content
with the pink, the clear white
morning and, gratefully, says so.
~ Mary Oliver (from Blue Horses)

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