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Acacia Blooms

Unimpressed by winter,

by this cold rain,

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the acacia has begun to bloom.

Its yellow puffs of flower

lift into the short day

like a proclamation,

a statement saying, "Here I am,

doing again what I always do,

giving this gift to the neighborhood,

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free, unrestrained, untaxed,

inevitable, because I can,

I am, I do." I do not

unzip my coat. As I touch

my hat to the acacia,

I keep it firmly on.