How perfectly
and neatly
opens the pink rose
this bright morning,
the sun warm
on my shoulders,
its heat
on the opening petals.
Possibly
it is the smallest,
the least important event
at this moment
in the whole world.
Yet I stand there,
utterly happy.
— Mary Oliver
From "Provincetown Arts", volume 24, 2009/10
Photo by Dan Hardison
Wilmington, North Carolina
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