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This Mist This Morning…

This mist this morning…

I know that all night as we slept—
sure as nakedness and certain
of its stark beauty—
mother mist and father dew
were knitting and skitting
as they talked about their children

and this morning before we blinked
out of sleep, left their jewels
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Tuesday, January 21, 2020
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