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gold in the river / not fool's gold either / gold for the early riser // the sun hands it out for free / cast in your line and / you will see
sapphic stanzas
branches dangle down / from the giant fir / as if above the rising // sun coming up from below / the source of all light / at the start of day
sapphic stanzas
every now and then / a lovely phrase that / every now is then but then // there comes a time when the sun / reveals that then is / now and shall ever be
Sapphic stanzas (a loose attempt)
my mother tells me / the tv is broken / i tell her to take a look // at this sunrise and listen / to the birds in the / pauses between cars
the repetition / of day after day / is an opportunity // to dance to the music of / the wild strangeness of / the ordinary
sonnet
d.h. lawrence said / to start with the sun / to reconnect with the world // get out of your car and walk / you are not separate / from the air you breathe
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