I saw a wispy puff of spring
next to a little sunny bloom
on a warm afternoon in January.
The sun sent waves through
the crystalline blue, and I was content
to sit under the cloud-strewn sky
and pray next to the little garden.
—C.L. Fisher, January 2021
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