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February 28, 2010

Light

Filed under: poems — dave @ 6:30 pm

The sun set

an hour ago,

yet

through the kitchen window

I see clear to the bottom of the garden.

There, in the sumach,

singing still

and undeterred

by the cat lurking at the pond,

a blackbird

proclaims its domain.

Beyond,

the cathedral,

not yet lit,

a silhouette,

jet

against blue-green sky.

Then I hit the switch

and from over my head

fluorescent white

turns the dark on outside.

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  1. http://www.philosopherontap.com/2009/05/23/the-kitchen/

    Comment by admin — February 28, 2010 @ 9:40 pm

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