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Don’t grieve when your eyes age
and details blur.
Now weeds in the yard transform—
tiny white flowers
Only if you bend close
do stems appear and
tether the magic floating blossoms
to earth.

So, also, don’t grieve over your shaggy
weed-scattered lawn. Mowed,
those floating blossoms

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