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I carried a bucket 

of sunshine into the kitchen

 this morning.

how could I have missed 

such pleasure 

such magic 

all these years?

what's free is generous 

like the daily feathers 

I've been receiving

I could say finding 

but they are not lost

they are the shed offerings 

that lift 

into heaven from earth 

with a lightness of being 

I want to remember 

I've collected a basket 

of moonbeans 

for August 

in honor 

of the month I was born 

a little bird 

fallen from a nest 

expected to walk 

like a human

watching the ground

 to not stumble 

when all the secrets

 of magic are in the sky

by Valerie A. Szarek