Morning Poem, June 17, 2020

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The silent bird in the silent dawn

Lights on the limb that sways

There is no scarlet and no blue

No Cardinal or Jay

I look for sunlight, hope for truth

Some good thing I could say

But the sky is close and hiding heaven

All is dun and grey.

copyright 2020

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