Broken, Unbroken
The lonely
stand in dark corners
of their hearts.
I have seen them
in cities,
and in my own neighborhood,
nor could I touch them
with the magic
that they crave
to be unbroken.
Then, I myself,
lonely,
said hello to
good fortune.
Someone
came along
and lingered
and little by little
became everything
that makes a difference.
Oh, I wish such good luck
to everyone.
How beautiful it is
to be unbroken.
-Mary Oliver
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