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Moccasin Flowers

Moccasin Flowers
by Mary Oliver

All my life,
so far,

I have loved

more than one thing,

including the mossy hooves
of dreams, including

the spongy litter

under the tall trees.

In spring
the moccasin flowers

reach for the crackling

lick of the sun

and burn down. Sometimes,
in the shadows,

I see the hazy eyes,

the lamb-lips

of oblivion,
its deep drowse,

and I can imagine a new nothing

in the universe,

the matted leaves splitting
open, revealing

the black planks

of the stairs.

But all my life — so far —
I have loved best

how the flowers rise

and open, how

the pink lungs of their bodies
enter the fore of the world

and stand there shining

and willing–the on

thing they can do before
they shuffle forward

into the floor of darkness, they

become the trees.

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