Poetry: Morning Glories

Morning Glories
–Mary Oliver
From White Pine

Blue and dark-blue
    rose and deepest rose
        white and pink they

are everywhere in the diligent
    cornfield rising and swaying
        in their reliable

finery in the little
    fling of their bodies their
        gear and tackle

all caught up in the cornstalks.
    the reaper’s story is the story
        of endless work of

work careful and heavy but the
    reaper cannot
        separate them out
there they

are in the story of his life
    bright random useless
        year after year

taken with the serious tons
    weeds without value
        humorous beautiful

Cyn is Rick's wife, Katie's Mom, and Esther & Oliver's Mémé. She's also a professional geek, avid reader, fledgling coder, enthusiastic gamer (TTRPGs), occasional singer, and devoted stitcher.
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