however dulled and undeserving

. . . What’s given to us

however dulled & underserving we remain

Is beyond our reckoning

though we gaze expectantly into the sky

Entitled to nothing & yet demanding all

like those swollen red

Poppies at the end of each sudden summer’s

Rain

– from The Lake, David St. John’s book: The Auroras New Poems

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