Week of Nov 17, 2014


“What sweetness do I have in my life?”
I was asked in a context.
I answered, “writing the poems,”

as if that was the dessert
and not the main course.
As if I didn’t see the sweetness

in all the rest: family, friends, flowers,
dramatic clouds rolling across deep, clear sky.
As if music wasn’t sweet and dancing.

As if life and loving,
breathing and birthing
each day, each minute wasn’t sweet.

Margaret Dubay Mikus

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