Parading

There are days we live

as if death were nowhere
as if death were nowhere
in the background; from joy
in the background; from joy
to joy to joy, from wing to wing,
to joy to joy, from wing to wing,
from blossom to blossom to
from blossom to blossom to
impossible blossom, to sweet impossible blossom. —Li-Young Lee
impossible blossom, to sweet impossible blossom.
—Li-Young Lee

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