Daniel Brick June Poems

A Wednesday morning in June,
day has begun with a cloudless
blue sky, sunlight shining
over everything with equal splendor,
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In a late June dawn
first a solitary bird speaks, then a pair,
eventually scores with their insistent
tunes and unvarying rhythms. A pause.
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How mechanical it all seems:
I can hear gears and pullies
groaning and stretching to make
ends meet. It's more irritating
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Already this night is a poem.
Heavy clouds overtake blue metaphors.
They convince the sky
its crystal heart must bleed.
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