Mistakes happen. A lot. Endlessly.
We scowl at their insistence. Their existence.
Why is perfection far from us
When it is in every model, every character,
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Children of Palm Sunday
What sweet faces, the children waving branches!
We honor their clumsy parade.
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In the hospital, a mother cries feebly, dreamless.
The son holding his mother for the last time
Joins the hymn.
The refrain tastes like aspirin
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I am no artist, but
In a frame on my wall,
In blue paint with smeary edges,
Are your tiny hand prints
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Spring isn't yet.
Only one robin has been seen
Boldly claiming his old perch.
Winter is over.
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I will love you if.
I will give to you if.
I will honor you if.
I will kiss you if.
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It was not good for the tree
Whose only guilt was to grow tall,
To grow strong, To grow straight.
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