Marvels
I have seen
a butterfly with a torn wing
flying in endless orange circles—
a three-legged cat that remained
a fighter and hunter—
a dog with its ears cut off
whose affection was still boundless;
all were things of wonder,
but Thursday last I saw
an 84 year old woman decked out
in fur coat and hat, weighed down
with jewelry, standing next to a
card table outside of Safeway
selling Girl Scout cookies—
and I’ll tell you
that astounded me most of all.
Glenn Buttkus March 2010
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