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About Me

         At Last The Sun

 At last the sun, blessing the land

 With glorious rays

 Drawing me out of hibernation

 Blinking in the light.

 Pale translucent hands cupped

 To catch the warmth

 To keep it, bottle it, then shelve it

 In my secret solar sun shed

 With other jars from other years

 And other lands

 Still glowing, still bright.