On Beltane

these are the days
which I will remember
only in passing.

nothing special;
no holiday celebrations,
just work, for the masses

and for me, private devotion,
after all: solitude and silence
meeting in my humble praise.

how quietly She passes
through the lives of so many
oblivious to her.

(these are the days
of which I remember
only her passing).



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