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driving through the fog / of the idaho / panhandle this fine morning // my mother riding shotgun / my dog in the back / montana or bust
dream
song
suddenly the sun / in morning splendor / appears on the horizon // without a care in the world / like a dharma bum / riding a freight train
searching the sunrise / for an answer to / the question of existence // the origin is the end / the end is the start / deep within my heart
how is it that i / live in paradise / the paradise of the now // when all around me the night / resists surrender / to the rising sun
sonnet
back where i began / for better or worse / too much traveling around // the dog wants to go outside / i step out with him / and greet the sunrise
how can the sunrise / heal my morning blues / on this sunday coming down // the first day of october / with ice-water dew / on the bare branches
the mighty columbia / beginning to break its fall / into the great pacific / spreads out a carpet of mud, / turns its back to the rising / sun to face its destiny: / the ferocious rolling sea
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