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She In the Morning

By redjac ⋅ May 31, 2006 ⋅  Email this post ⋅  Print this post ⋅ Post a comment

She’s never more beautiful than the morning.

Trousers and blouse for people at work,

shorts and sandals for park-playing children,

makeup and dress for waiters and fellow diners.

And I share her not well.

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Blinds pierced by sunless light,

voices without throats filtering up from the street,

a world not yet perceived is not.

Clothed in a t-shirt

my college named on it

she’s never more beautiful than the morning

when she’s only for me.