As Sure As

as sure as
the sky parts blue when pinched,
and a thousand critters squirm beneath,
and the trees, they dance
in a breezy trance,
I see:

how the petals, without fault
will flourish, then moult
and offer their peace
to greener sheets

and if:
you forget
how people quibble and jib
then finally you can
freely
live


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