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The Miracle of Consciousness

by Kiara Oelkers

I will never step on my lawn.

The short bristles act as strong stalks;

Protector of milk-washed glass grapes.

Dry wind builds; stalks now firm and sharp,

Housing morning dew and crisp heat,

For the miracle greeting dawn.

I sit upon the bank, criss-crossed,

Waiting for olive green flippers,

To follow their instinctive waves,

Guided by nothing but oneness.

I am not wary, but cautious.

We humans need more consciousness.

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