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Spring rainbows ordinary miracles abou

Spring rainbows
ordinary miracles
about which
nothing new can be said.
The stars on a clear night
of a New England winter
the soft air of the islands
along the old
Spanish Main
pirate gold shining
in the palm
the odor of roses
to the lover's nose. . .
There is no more poetry
to be written
of these things.
The rainbow's sudden revelation
The cliché is true!
What can one say
but that?
So too
with you little heart
little miracle
but you are
no less miracle
for being ordinary..

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