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April Morning
Biking to work this morning east on Houghton Canal Road into the creamy light of dawn, the world is reflected upside down and nearly perfect, only softer and inviting me to wade into icy water. The sun...
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Seney Sonnet
Dawn not a crack or a switch- flip, but a whisper, a slow-to-wakefulness under cloud quilt, a hazy reaquiantance of sun and earth with a tender kiss. One crow flies above the black spruce swamp. It’s a...
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Morning Commute, Late June
On my bike at 6 with the curling pink fingers of dawn Already fading to yellow. It’s going to be muggy and buggy. For 11 months they complain about rain and snow. The other month they complain about...
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Middleaugust
Red eye, bloodshot, peeking past the cool frazzy horizon. Now hiding behind heiferclouds, I see your goldenrays and wonder of the wind on my forelimbs where self ends and world resumes.
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Freude, schöner Götterfunken*
Swimming in the grief pools behind his almond-shaped eyes he hears, faintly at first, how Terror transmutes into joy like a nightflower unfolding to the first touch of dawnlight. His own voice joins...
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