COUNTING UP TO 53 and counting again the dense love I feel for all the numbers worn lightly and light love for thick summer weeds heavy upthrust clusterheads or single narrow low and hard to notice blinding yellow sunflowers or cautious vervain opening one small white flower at a time on stems dangled in air green and threading outward fifty-two fifty-three I count that far and start over I can measure the world fifty-three times by fifty-threes and rest in the open in early morning on sunny days then in the shade when sunlight heightens gets harder and hotter blast in the middle of the day
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