Down in the dell
where these openhearted violet leaves dwell
there came to be a blackbird with me.
Her family nests here.
They forage,
eat the apples and sing their songs
as if they knew,
St Francis of Assisi comes here too.
These Italian lilies were never planted:
they just arrived to thrive,
as all the many lilies do, and every friendly bird.
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