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On Focus

This morning I couldn’t find my glasses, so I looked on things with my own eyes. My ears told me everything was as it always was: a community of birds, the fourth dimension, talking with, to, and across each other, loudening at the approach of the sun: “it comes! it comes! it comes!” A messianicContinue reading “On Focus”

A poem for the morning

In the bluing,
cognition drowses.
At this hour
how easy it is for there to be
just blue, and a ribbon
of gray, and black fractals of trees
spiring.

Inexorably, there will come to be
color.
And on those colors
a host of thoughts
crowding
and squawking
and rising noisily
from their nighttime folds.

This morning is half-hidden
from me by curtains,
sheer and blotting