Saturday, August 01, 2009

this morning

sky leans ninety seven
and three quarter degrees sharply
into a light gray mist
as blue sun rises
slowly over western horizons

everything sparkles like June
or October Jones
or whatever her name is
where waters are shallow
and clear cold and still

where ocean liners and steamships
sit silently on deserted docks
and mice run down the clocks

and mice run down the clocks

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