Seattle Morning This lake coming out of fog, before the sun breaks through, before beauty flaps her wings into colour, before the world unblurs and words surprise me like sunshine, its faithfulness to separate objects and necessity: the wallet with crisp dollars, the house of bricks, the tick tick tock of time over us/under us, how cars run on gas, health insurance is required, red red apples plunge to sod and mush, before sirens spiral over the wide water, wide city, wide bridges.
Susan Zeni
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