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 “I Awoke”(by Joe DiMino)

I awoke, to scented dawn
I awoke, to honey dew
And all the birds were singing
And all the bees were buzzing
Butterflies mining sweet nectar
Scooping wingfuls of golden pollen
Like the other busy diggers
Laying claim to a season’s wealth
I awoke, said no word to spoil
So industrious the mood
I awoke, made no sudden move
To intrude I sensed quite rude,
Proceeding through the garden
As if a spirit—mindful and awed
Feeling in
And out of me
My dead lively raised
I awoke!—and all of me

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