Six blue shovels scoop up the air,
pause on tips of wintered stalks, then
dive for the crests of crusted ice,
perch precariously, roof fiddlers all, when a
brash Conrail machine bullies their play,
and a scatter of cobalt lifts into the pines.
From Mark 12:29-31: …. You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul, and with all your mind, and with all your strength…
How about adding “Love the Lord your God with all your….eyes” as well?
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