to be anything more
than clover,
or the sun to shine brighter,
of the night to be shorter,
or the frost to forbear.
I cannot ask the wind
to change direction,
or the pinyon
to be taller than the poplars.
I cannot ask the sparrows
to stop twittering
in the bushes.
I cannot ask nature
for more or less
than what it already is.
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