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It’s hard to know when to break
the seal of morning, fill
the toilet bowl with sunshine
and stand naked at the window
of my study, a glass in one hand
and the Brita pitcher in the other.
They still make the day out of day.
The mirror knows. It guards
its famous seam. A barking dog
frays and frets the light.
To put coins back into circulation.
To nudge a decimal point a place.
If in the walls the copper pipes woke
knowing their value, they’d shudder.
Adopt, but only in your mind,
a mile of highway somewhere,
its berm grown three-dimensional
in the dawn. Brush your thoughts
against the grain of a spiky lawn.
The raindrops, digital on the screen,
remain analog on the pane.
The east charges hard upon us—
eats weather, shits night.
the seal of morning, fill
the toilet bowl with sunshine
and stand naked at the window
of my study, a glass in one hand
and the Brita pitcher in the other.
They still make the day out of day.
The mirror knows. It guards
its famous seam. A barking dog
frays and frets the light.
To put coins back into circulation.
To nudge a decimal point a place.
If in the walls the copper pipes woke
knowing their value, they’d shudder.
Adopt, but only in your mind,
a mile of highway somewhere,
its berm grown three-dimensional
in the dawn. Brush your thoughts
against the grain of a spiky lawn.
The raindrops, digital on the screen,
remain analog on the pane.
The east charges hard upon us—
eats weather, shits night.
Posted 06/02/09