"Poems for an Unhumble One I.

But the leaves and you are proud--
so no.
    It is summer now and did they
have you.
        So then
        when
        and if you can.
And a rose was bought:
it was as never and as still.
            The doves
came: they too were proud.
    The cherries and the bees: but these
were meek.
      I asked forgiveness
until lost."

--Garcia Villa



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