There is a notable lack of things to be thankful for about being forced by ones targeters to live without a home ~ but mornings like the one described in this sonnet would be one of them.

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Recorded Reading (1:01): https://www.dropbox.com/scl/fi/oi2tsbr36q9j3x3me0gmh/A-Million-Diamonds.mp3?rlkey=dpjc1utgw9l5i63nwfu7tqly5&dl=0

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A Million Diamonds

Let me well glory in what I possess:
A million diamonds, oh, everywhere!
Sufficient recompense for all duress
Required this night to see them sparkling there

Upon the starry grass of all the lawn
Upon the tree my little tent outside
Such transformations all have undergone
Decked each more beautifully than a bride

Someday I will recall this magic night
Warm, then, enough my hands don’t stiffly ache
From cold each time that I sit down to write
And this display but recollection make

Let me in timely way appreciate
Circumstances fond memories create

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This poet presently lives at a fraction of her nation’s poverty level.

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