some folks take the shine from the water
the glaze from off of the snow
the air from the top of the mountains
what else, I dont know.
but when you are passing by them
you suddenly feel so cold
though you're at the zenith of summer
and the sun is buttercup gold.
the red from all the tomatoes
the heart from out of the will
dear God please keep and preserve us
from all they so slightly kill.
mary angela douglas 20 april 2020
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