CAN, CAN’T AND PLANS

What I cannot do
any more
helps me find out
the things I can.

And,
what I can do
well right now,
some which, heretofore I couldn’t
dream, nor do,
no more than could
a withered or seedling plant,

shows me
with equal clarity
the sundry things I did before,
that I not only
no more want to do,
but in all integrity,
just can’t.

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