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Monday, September 15, 2014

Linda Gregg: "A Dark Thing Inside the Day"












So many want to be lifted by song and dancing,
and this morning it is easy to understand.
I write in the sound of chirping birds hidden
in the almond trees, the almonds still green
and thriving in the foliage. Up the street,
a man is hammering to make a new house as doves
continue their cooing forever. Bees humming
and high above that a brilliant clear sky.
The roses are blooming and I smell the sweetness.
Everything desirable is here already in abundance.
And the sea. The dark thing is hardly visible
in the leaves, under the sheen. We sleep easily.
So I bring no sad stories to warn the heart.
All the flowers are adult this year. The good
world gives and the white doves praise all of it.



"A Dark Thing Inside the Day" by Linda Gregg, from All of It Singing. © Graywolf Press, 2011.

Art credit: "Doves fly in formation outside the farm," photograph by Rich Cooley/Northern Virginia Daily (originally color).


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