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11.15.2006

Since the morning broke, we were afraid.

It's pieces hit us slowly

like glassdrops from the sky.

I cried for you, then,

and wished I could take your place

under the evening

as it fell.

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2 comments:

  1. This is a beautiful bit of writing. So why do I keep thinking of the song, "Morning has broken/Like the first mooooorning.../[something] has spoken/Like the first [something]..."

    Terrible me.

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