Do not deviate:
pencil in the folder,
glue dotted on the edge
of the paper. Don't smear.
Remove the patch and watch
the water stream, then tender
grass, an apron of green.
Collect it all in a basket,
dandelion seeds, mud,
the strong, the weary,
the careless hazards of the day.
Do not deviate: they are yours.
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I'm happy to keep those things that are mine. And this morning, I did not deviate.
I'm glad you're back and clicking, and I'm glad you weren't swept away in the Floods of Florence.
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