On this first
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On this first morning
before sunrise.
I wake.
Morning air unmoving
over the dark lake.
Water moving slow,
quiet, breaking
under hemlock.
Stones in clear water.
A bird squeals sweet
in the trees.
Quiet.
Across the lake, dark
hemlock.
Water moving slow, quiet,
over stones.
On this first morning
at the lake, dark mountain
distant, grey sky
distant.
Water breaking.
Sun rise,
sky bluing,
without sound.
Morning air unmoving.
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