Words gather,
find their home.
The sky is blue.
The apple of friendship,
the rose of scholarship,
yet life’s thorns too:
Neoplasm, oncology,
errant cells—
no matter though.
The field
receives your labor
and is grateful.
Dignity, respect;
you reap,
you sow.
Seeds for justice
find a caring,
careful hand.
Prairie wind,
pacific shore—
a certain fragrance:
A benediction
forevermore.
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