morening

in the dark, awake
before brightness
how i watch light and color (through leaves and limbs) seep in

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good morening i write(that’s like a morning with more morning in it)

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hot pink confetti
jumping out of envelope as i
slice it open
how i laugh at the cascade
landing
on floor
on earth
on thigh

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clyde in the truck bed
ty and i in the front seats
eric and cynthia in back
ty and i peanut gallerying
marathon ridiculous joke style
for 15 miles (with breaks)
and how dotite
should have been there too
(i had this great dream the other night,
thought i’d cut it up and serve it for dinner too)
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this bean – green and planted and plucked by our hands, a prayer
so goes the first typewritten line
of a poem 
for baigs