one day in summer
when everything
has already been more than enough
the wild beds start
exploding open along the berm
of the sea; day after day
you sit near them; day after day
the honey keeps on coming
in the red cups and the bees
like amber drops roll
in the petals; there is no end
believe me! to the inventions of summer,
to the happiness your body
is willing to bear.
-mary oliver, the roses
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