California Notebooks, January 2014

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I could never tire
of the ceaseless songs
birds deliver to my days

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I could fall thinking heavy
scenarios that will not fit
the play is different today

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it is me it is you and the
liveliness we are dipped in
you may be cold numb

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is transitory this is all
ready to be set
aflame

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10 responses »

    • You are welcome. Glad to be a fan of yours. Happy this poem is powerful in the mornings, I’ve been a night owl and I’m discovering only recently the magic of mornings…

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