Morning Poem 1

Beneath the neon red Domino Sugar

I turn my feet slightly north toward

the glowing white Under Armour sign

sugar and underwear

in this practical city

of improbable dreams.

 

 

 

Morning Poem 2

bruised purple clouds

above pale yellow horizon

the snow lays lightly

the stout flying geese

call each to each

 

Morning Poem 3

And the sleek fat crow

oh, master of trickery and craft

along the curve of the road

hopped across my trail

 

Morning Poem 4

 

Sugar snow still

on verdant

grass ready

(as we all are) for summer

bare plane tree oaks

sprinkled with ivory crystals

and I with my warm coffee

mug in hand

have finally learned

the names of things

and something of their nature.

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