Luck

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Every now and then you’ll say,
I love our life, and I think
what’s not to love, here is sky,
sweet water, food and breath,
family and health pretty much,
and what goes back and forth
between us and whatever comes,
good or ill, being friends we split:
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ascent/decline
what’s mine is yours
what’s yours is mine—
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what in this (with this luck
above all) is not sublime?

 

 by Jim Culleny;
Jan 21, 2010