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Sunday, April 15, 2012
Voice of Morning

of longing,
of all love—
certitude, solitude, solipsism—
a fixture,

a fissure,
voice of mourning—
all love, I’ve made you blue
for the sound of insects,
the wisp of spring’s dandelions at dawn
bathed in more than light
but all love and the major blue
of the sky.