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Saturday morning on a sunlit deck

Posted to Poetry




Saturday morning

on a sunlit deck

a crystal clarity

kills the distinction

between the seer and the seen

I will not call it God

I know the incompleteness of a name

theres something not raised by pleasure

something not lowered by pain

the philosopher describes a bell

but the bell ringer just rings it

I went to put old things away

but old things were gone.