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Another Morning Thought

There it is –

another morning thought, discarded,

of a true feeling that flew out in slanted words,

which once meant something, now nothing,

and just as quickly comes undone.


A silver memory of a man unspools itself,

shining in my mind but parting,

and reveals a sudden sigh, an implacable face,

then dissolves in the morning sun –


All there is that I can do

is sit through the discomfort of another splinter

that cracks and breaks and settles in the same place,

and remember that it’s only a thought,

from a long time ago.

 
 
 

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