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Aphids gorging on the goldenrod,
the pool of bowed stalks in the rising field
under the starched blue sky
striped with the exhaust of turbines,
the burnt carbons of Precambrian forests,
life feeding life feeding life
in the usual mindless way.
There is joy in watching mindlessly,
impossible perhaps but worth the attempt.
–with lines from Robert Hass.
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