Your Wednesday poem: from Hours Near the Crossing by John Peck theartdivas.com/2016/11/from-h
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And reposting yesterday's poem: Enemies by Wendell Berry theartdivas.com/2016/11/enemie
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Replying to
Are the flower and fruit
held out to us in love, or merely thrust
up at us, their masters, like a fist?
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The sky, which is cloudy,
Suits the earth to which it belongs.
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