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Moccasin Flowers


All my life,
so far,
I have loved
more than one thing,


including the mossy hooves
of dreams, including'
the spongy litter
under the tall trees.


In spring
the moccasin flowers
reach for the crackling
lick of the sun


and burn down. Sometimes,
in the shadows,
I see the hazy eyes,
the lamb-lips


of oblivion,
its deep drowse,
and I can imagine a new nothing
in the universe,


the matted leaves splitting
open, revealing
the black planks
of the stairs.


But all my life--sofar--
I have loved best
how the flowers rise
and open, how


the pink lungs of their bodies
enter the fore of the world
and stand there shining
and willing--the one


thing they can do before
they shuffle forward
into the floor of darkness, they
become the trees.

Written by Mary Oliver

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