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be a confluence,
a coming together in your presence
of the yellow head of a sunflower
randomly planted
by a forgetful chipmunk,
blooming now on an August morning
in the dew-sparkled asparagus bed,
a small rabbit contentedly munching dandelion stems,
two hummingbirds lighting together,
only for a second, on a raspberry cane,
and you
humbly accepting a moment of grace.
© by Larry Schug.
Used with the author's permission.
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Larry Schug is retired after a working life of many different kinds of physical labor. He volunteers as a writing tutor at the College of St. Benedict and St. John's University. He's also learning to play the guitar and is branching into creating music to go along with his words. Larry has published eight books of poems and has mostly decided on what to include in a ninth collection, tentatively titled Ripples and Reflections. He lives with his wife and cat near a large tamarack bog in St. Wendel Township, Minnesota.
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Janet Leahy:
I too, have a randomly planted sunflower, not yet in bloom but soon. A wonderful ending in that moment of grace.
Posted 08/03/2019 09:25 PM
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Lori Levy:
Love the "confluence" you create in this poem.
Posted 08/03/2019 06:35 PM
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Michael:
Grace everywhere; simply for the looking!Thank you, Larry.
Posted 08/03/2019 05:32 PM
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Glen Sorestad:
Nature gives us such exquisite confluences and, Larry, you've turned it into an exquisite poem!
Posted 08/03/2019 12:43 PM
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Jo:
What a beautiful way to look at the morning with full acceptance in your poem�love the randomness of the sunflower planted by a forgetful squirrel �one of the things I enjoy about bird feeders�all those random sunflowers.
Thank you, Larry.
Posted 08/03/2019 11:51 AM
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Arlene Gay Levine:
Joyous...love the last line!
Posted 08/03/2019 11:50 AM
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