Here in this planned park
East of the Atlantic
small Eurasian Tree Sparrows hop and dart,
the same precision as their brothers
in the States they will never see
as cotton clouds uncover
the sun, flaming the grass green,
cumulus veil of difference drawn away
like dining room blinds before coffee.
And with a skyward squint
I glimpse the breadth of our sumptuous span
of life, and the wide and seamless human horizon
stretching out in all directions, illimitable
and in you.
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