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(after Moya Cannon)

The mountains stand

as guardians of eternity

against a mottled sky,

the tide withdraws,

then turns, approaches me

like a shy lover,

each morning the sun

appears once again

and buttercups open

their lemon mouths to sing

of light and I can almost believe

resurrection is possible,

can almost see the world is a poem

hiding under the fragile stem

of flower that bows at the force

of the coming storm.