• July’s Words

    birth-day 

    by Lucille Clifton

    today we are possible.

    the morning, green and laundry-sweet,

    opens itself and we enter

    blind and mewling.

    everything waits for us:

    the snow kingdom

    sparkling and silent

    in its glacial cap,

    the cane fields

    shining and sweet

    in the sun-drenched south.

    as the day arrives

    with all its clumsy blessings

    what we will become

    waits in us like an ache.

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