Run ahead again,
I’ll catch up with you later.
As dawn was breaking,
wisdom rose in the east—
and set fire to the long dark night.
I had not imagined drowning
was the way to reach the shore.
He was a kind and gentle old fellow with a smudged face and scruffy beard. On his best days he appeared as tarnished and weather-beaten as his tin pie pan still does even now.
Send me a heart of gratitude for this long afternoon
of goldenrod light falling across my typewriter
and a sky so blue I want to bite it like an apple.
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Oh, beautiful death from the sky!
Please, do not strike me
Or my dark tree.