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Thursday, May 12, 2005 |
Clear Blue
Oh! The bright clear blue of 7 a.m.
Sun hot through the glass
Water passes
by the fence.
I am
glad, if unconvinced.
By 10 the sky's gone white--
I was right--
it doesn't matter much.
Pain-bones folded under
I shove graphite points
with deforming joints
along thin blue lines
and never wonder
what next?
Never mind.
Forget subtext.
Cat shares a touch,
dog a snore.
Could I want more?
Creek forgets to sing in its hurry
to ferry
freight of minerals to the plain.
Shelves carry
tea and milk and bread.
Bound and unbound
pages spread
around me
on my purple bed.
No one dead.
None drowned.
How shall I complain?
10:46:35 AM 
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