5.
on mornings I walk
into the sun rising with each step
I type in words – they crowd around me
at dawn very few people are
around silence is bubbling
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After Wallace Stevens poem Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird
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Feb15
5.
on mornings I walk
into the sun rising with each step
I type in words – they crowd around me
at dawn very few people are
around silence is bubbling
.
.
.
.
After Wallace Stevens poem Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird
.
Looking good …I love “I walk … into the sun … rising … with each step …” it offers a nice selection of potential multiple readings.
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yes, rogermoorepoet, good point, that’s what I’m aiming at, happy you notice it…
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