which dazzles us that there could be
endless divagations on the theme
of one original note itself
a friendly nudge from
an even older otherness
I sweep up the day
before the day sweeps me
a fly right now sleeps
on the corner of my book
steady as I write this
and four trees down
a mockingbird explains
enthusiasm over and over
it’s October my favorite
mornings start showing up
either sobbing or chuckling
who unbuckle me
and leave me other
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