Man Overboard

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The rosebud is not
held back in first grade
until it gets big enough
to bloom.

And the sun is not
in charge of who
goes first.

Perhaps the moon
smiles more at the
least of us than at
the best and the brightest.

Maybe tears are both
good and bad,
both salty and sweet.

Maybe an ocean full of
them allows all hearts to
cry “Man overboard!”
And so the soul is saved.

Vicki Woodyard

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