14 Oct
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This Life. This Flood.

For today: This poem.

My Sandwich
by Jane Hirshfield

So many things
you’d not have thought of
until they were given.

Even the simple —
a cottage cheese sandwich,
a heron’s contractable neck.

You eat. You look.
Then you look back and its over.

This life. This flood —
unbargained for as lasting love was —
of lasting oddness. 

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