We'll all be beautiful in Spring
in spite of how they've hated
and tried to make us hate.
Sunlight will infuse green leaves
with gold. It will round out our beauty,
too. The fantastic browns
of earth will nourish our context.
We'll talk superbly with one another,
sometimes without talking.
Yes, it's true: beauty's not
for the few. It's standard issue.
Let the dirty drifts and banks
of comparison melt away
to feed the flowers
we'll see and smell
no matter where we are in Spring,
when we're all beautiful.
hans ostrom 2015
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