I may be fleeting

Georgia O’Keeffe (1887-1986)

Pedernal, 1945

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I may be fleeting

but I am joy

At the brink of dawn each day

reminded

by the spread-opened wings of 

a dead sparrow

  still warm

  only just

  Alive         maybe a few minutes ago

I don’t know 

we don’t know

won’t know 

When 

We are Sparrow

             Tree

             Sun

             Delicate 

             Rooted 

             Blazing

In summer light, I am (also)

                                    (right now)

                                    (only) 

              Here

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