Poems

I Rise with the Sun

I ask what wound

would be enough

  to limit this fire,

  to cripple this body,

  to direct this sight,

what would be enough?

But the wind blows,

and my heart is pounding,

and I rise with the sun,

     with the birds,

     with the morninglight

that breaks in and breaks out

     so often

there is little enough

     unmoved.

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