The Wild Rose (Wendell Berry)
Sometimes hidden from me
in daily custom and in trust,
so that I live by you unaware
as by the beating of my heart,suddenly you flare in my sight,
a wild rose blooming at the edge
of thicket, grace and light
where yesterday was only a shade,and once more I am blessed, choosing
Wendell Berry, Selected Poems of Wendell Berry, 153, originally from Entries
again what I chose before.
I gotta have my orange juice. 
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