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If it’s one of those days
When your whole self is
Turned off, unwilling
To catch the scent
Of the green world

If it’s one of those days
When your mind busily
catalogs losses, unable
To stop counting
Long enough to breathe

Let your body take you
Out of your mind
Out of your box
Out of all the doors

Here, it’s garish gold forsythia
And everycolor tulip
When your mind catches up
Winded and smiling
Mind might just remember
To say thank you

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