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i'm not complaining / but the sunrise scene / i'm looking for can't be seen // this morning just the tangle / of car tires and train / wheels fading to gray
sunrise begins to / last till sunset this / time of year and the days flash // over the lake like wild geese / honking frantically / in the meager light
grizzled the morning / takes on airs of gray / and i become a gray man // standing on the gray doorstep / of a gray heaven / looking for the sun
the breath of the sun / rests on the river / before the sunrise sets in / the burnished bronze horizon / with gold-fringed blue sky / declares what's coming
with apologies to Wallace Stevens
sonnet
A poem based on a dream from 1988
The Northern Pacific Kennewick-Pasco Bridge
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