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You want to know how I spend my time?

I walk through the front lawn, pretending

To be weeding. You ought to know

I am never weeding, on my knees, pulling

clumps of clover from flower beds: in fact

I am looking for courage, for some evidence

my life will change, though

it takes forever, checking

each clump for the symbolic

leaf, and soon the summer is ending, already

the leaves turning, always the sick trees

going first, the dying turning

brilliant yellow, while a few dark birds perform

their curfew of music. You want to see my hands?

As empty now as at the first note.

Or was the point always

to continue without a sign.

                 ~ Louise Gluck

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I assure my readers I am not clawing at clumps of clover with my bare hands,not yet anyway, but sometimes what you hear from life around you and in the news, makes you wish you could change things.

This interview

This probably hits the nail on the head more than most

editorials would >>>

And this both in my city and elsewhere >>>