Sometimes I go out walking in my green jacket.
I put the hood up and disappear amongst the moss and leaves and grass.
I become shrouded in the utter lack of expectation,
which is the only true magic I know.
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Too much time, and too little. 
Great poem! Very evocative and inspiring. One of those magic short poems that is just a perfect wholeness, a pearl, and says so much with so few words. I absolutely love it. Vitalistic. Mary Oliversk. You did it again…
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Aww, thank you! I thought about adding more to it initially, but decided it was meant to be a short one.
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I like this poem. Felt friendly and true. Thank you!
Lara Mishler
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Thanks, Lara! Glad you enjoyed it.
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