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True State
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A priest in a simple orange robe 
who walks his silent way.
His spirit is willing, and his flesh is weak.
The pathway by my feet is worn.
The leaves of the trees rusted down. .
The jointed stems of a small hosta
in slender lines, sticking out from the snow.
When shalI loves courage come to be strong?
I am thankful the ghostly night is gone, and the day lights up
every bush and tree.
I shall have a bowl of small mandarins in oatmeal rich in spice,
under and angry sky.
In thought and deed, my big slow footsteps fumbling down the
walk, to find haven safely at my front door.
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