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SEXY POND POEM

What a nice treat! My pal Musicgrrl just dropped by and gave me a big hug. She is teaching a class on campus this week, so we may even get to sneak in a lunch together.

Musicgrrl is a puzzle addict, so she's joining me at my house after work tomorrow night to work on one. Fun!

Didn't go for a walk after all but a hug from a woman I adore is even better.

So here's a sexy springtime poem to celebrate the fact that the sun has finally come out.

BLOSSOM
by Mary Oliver

In April
the ponds
open
like black blossoms,
the moon
swims in every one;
there's fire
everywhere: frogs shouting
their desire,
their satisfaction. What
we know: that time
chops at us all like an iron
hoe, that death
is a state of paralysis. What
we long for: joy
before death, nights
in the swale—everything else
can wait but not
this thrust
from the root
of the body. What
we know: we are more
than blood—we are more
than our hunger and yet
we belong
to the moon and when the ponds
open, when the burning
begins the most
thoughtful among us dreams
of hurrying down
into the black petals,
into the fire,
into the night where time lies shattered,
into the body of another.

5:29 p.m. - 2005-03-08

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