Profit

Inspired by a William Stafford poem, here I present a form of wealth.

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Profit

The finch,
his feathers the colors
of embarrassment,

still on the fence post’s
rounded crown,

for a moment beyond custom
lifts his sight to greet
the air hoarded in the branches above

as if he pines for some promise or blessing
tucked between each tuff

of leaf and space
encouraging my eyes and hope
to look and profit as he.

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