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We Look through Glass
Don Hynes
(for Linda)
I find you as I look through the clog of wires
to the hummingbird in the plum tree,
beyond the thrum of motor
to children’s voices from the church;
where people feel abundance
there seems such deprivation
yet also the sweetness of home,
the beauty in your eyes
and the way we look through glass,
your image delicate and passing,
stronger than death.
July 21, 2011