Blue and dark-blue
       rose and deepest rose
            white and pink they 

are everywhere in the diligent 
      cornfield rising and swaying 
            in their reliable

finery in the little
      fling of their bodies their 
            gear and tackle 

all caught up in the cornstalks. 
      The reaper's story is the story 
            of endless work of 

work careful and heavy but the 
      reaper cannot 
            separate them out there they 

are in the story of his life 
       bright random useless
             year after year 

taken with the serious tons 
       weeds without value 
             humorous beautiful weeds.

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Poet: Mary Oliver
Poem: Morning Glories
Volume: White Pine
Year: Published/Written in 1994
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