October 20

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A quiet morning, so few people
are awake, or so few

advertise it, it must
have just rained but now

it’s a lull, just some
wind and fragmented

gulls blowing over
an empty lot

.

The sky has a tenor
to it, all this year

it’s been later
than it seems

and now there’s no
denying it–

we’ve been here
before at home

under the oppressive
cloud layer

.

Somehow it’s a comfort
to wake and to stay

watching tiny up-street
figures with detachment

and pity
we inhabit two different

mornings mine rests
centered in place

a hesitant ship
looking out at a storm

12 Comments

  1. October 20 is my birthday. With its elegant somberness and wistfulness, you have been able to capture my inner world on so many occassions. “…just some / wind and fragmented // gulls blowing over / an empty lot” is as piercing as lulls over the page.

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  2. I’m always in awe of your hard work with these poems, of your talent. This is really a beautiful piece. You should send this one out if you haven’t already.

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    • Thank you for your encouraging words– am pretty burned out on the submission process but will consider this one if I ever return to it 🙂

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