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Five Oranges
Nothing is lost.
One by one
the five big oranges
in a low bowl on the oak floor
disappeared,
a five-petalled flower
missing a petal each day...
This morning
one orange
rests deep in its center
and the bowl
    turns to a blossom.
For Mary, Seattle 1966
 
 
 


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