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GOD
DRAWING IN THE SKY (For Liana and Michaela) A
man, gray hair and beard, bulky sweater walks
in the garden; iris and lily shoots knife
their way through the soil; pale
cherry blossoms float like gauze among
barely budding trees; ferns
unwind their tight spiral through
leaf mold into pale spring sunshine; hemlocks
leave dappled shadows on a white house. The
man takes a hoe from the shed and,
as he weeds, dances from plant to plant like
a bee looking for nectar. He
looks up, startled by the red flash of a
cardinal; lays down on the grass to
watch the clouds. His granddaughter skips
out of the house, sits next to him, “Grandpa,
what do you see?” “God
drawing in the sky.”
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