our Mother

to set my heart to the fronds
sparkling like tinsel in the spotlight sun,
to endure as the tiny rainbow bursting from the last bit of dew
a sweet sigh, gone with the whisper of noon.
Our Mother creates no detritus
but holds ours, Her patience all enduring
as a coke can chokes the life from a finch.

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