People Over Politics, World Over Wealth
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The birds singing in the morning
and at the close of day settle now
upon your branch in your nest.
No time to sing or sway. Life
will hold you close to hand,
even if you do not understand.
Begin again, the kits, the cubs,
the fawns. All the young life
you might happen upon in your
daily trip around the sun, the planet.
Think how many yous can travel to
end up exactly where you started.
Slowly now, gathered the dusk around
you. As you wait for night’s sable shawl
to caress you, hide you from yourself.
Do you believe that’s possible ever
to hide from yourself or from others?
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