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Friday, July 29, 2005 |
The Gift
I awoke at three. Cold was poking the curtain in.
Every waft uncovered a dazzle of half-moon
peering in at me one-eyed. For a long while
I had the softly cellophane impression
of irregular footfalls in the garden--deer
taking first breakfast of marigolds perhaps
or coyotes come for cats. At last I turned
the blanket back and walked downstairs
to empty my bladder and fetch up a quilt.
Coming back I paused in the stairwell, stunned
by the stinging sharp descending scent
of Humans. While the black sky brightened
by gray degrees, I sat up wondering by electric light
was this time a wakefulness meant for singing in?
I decided surely yes. When I turned the lamp off then
I slid instantly into sleep.
11:53:54 AM 
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