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by William Stafford

It could happen any time, tornado, earthquake, Armageddon. It could happen. Or sunshine, love, salvation.

It could, you know. That’s why we wake and look out -- no guarantees in this life.

In poetry, we say: "I am not half a heart waiting to be found— I am whole, even before love arrives." lettersofannawin [10.04.25]

by E.E. Cummings

You are tired, (I think) Of the always puzzle of living and doing; And so am I.

Come with me, then, And we’ll leave it far and far away  — (Only you and I, understand!)

You have played, (I think) And broke the toys you were fondest of, And are a little tired now; Tired of things that break, and  — Just tired. So am I.

But I come with a dream in my eyes tonight, And knock with a rose at the hopeless gate of your heart  — Open to me! For I will show you the places Nobody knows, And, if you like, The perfect places of Sleep.

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