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| Dirt road, Upper Turkeyfoot |
People blessed love clouds
lifting their heads
as great armadas
of light and shade
sail above them
there for all to see
as the wind is on the hill
there for all to hear
the trees singing background
for the crow
soloing in blue
with last night's rain
still gleaming on the road
common gifts on a common day
surrounded by ordinariness
and blessed be.
—with lines from Adam Zagajewski's "My Favorite Poets"
