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God Bless You, Mary Oliver

after hearing “Thirst”

Maybe it was the words,

or your cadence, or the tone

and timbre of your voice,

or perhaps the gentle space you created.

Maybe it was your impish wisdom.

You took me to a sacred space,

across a threshold

to a place where I had not

visited for a long, long time.

You made it all so simple:

dog, summer day, sun,

deer, mouse, wren,

pond, bear, God—

even God.