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seasons, Nature MaryJane Nordgren seasons, Nature MaryJane Nordgren

me central

original poem by mjNordgren

the sun rises directly east of my desk on my birthday

each year i watch the season-causing wobble as sol creeps

along my wide horizon, south for the winter warmth

and north in summer for respite from brown drought

it is like the moon’s path directly toward me across the water

i may not be the center of the universe

but I can see how some people could convince themselves they were

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