I learn not to disturb the eaves
and barefoot is for those brave
and calloused of foot.
I find out that a dog lover
can love a cat.
And a businessman
with electronic brain cells and strong hands
can be kind to a lost cousin.
I give thanks to the almsgiver.
In this land of scorpions and wasps,
where sun and humidity
boil me in my own skin,
I trim the pink rosebush:
watchful for thorns,
watchful of the land.
Healing slowly under the bonanza
of the Arkansas sun,
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