It’s good for me to be provoked
By the many satisfactions,
All the little satisfactions
Of this world—by a favorite tree,
The light inside a truck at dawn
Outside a desert coffee shop,
Striations in a concrete slab
On a porch in afternoon sun,
This roof’s pine-straw-clogged rain gutters
With no excuse for loving them.
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