Tuesday evening, Dec.1,2020 at 6: 30 p.m.
41 degrees Fahrenheit in Raleigh, North Carolina
"Deus caritas est"
--1 John 4: 8
It's time to rescue the marigolds
from winter's first hard frost;
the weather tonight will certainly
kill them if they don't find a way
inside from these front porch steps,
their orangish-yellow blossoms,
stems and leaves respiring together,
pumping the air full of oxygen
and hope— false hopes arise,
I think, reminded of my brothers
and sisters—I have no illusions,
lacking as they are in caritas.
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