—We Should Be Well Prepared by Mary Oliver

“The way the plovers cry goodbye.

The way the dead fox keeps on looking down the hill with open eye.

The way the leaves fall, and then there’s the long wait.

The way someone says we must never meet again.

The way mold spots the cake,

The way sourness overtakes the cream.

The way the river water rushes by, never to return.

The way the days go by, never to return.

The way somebody comes back, but only in a dream.”

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