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How fitting with tears 
Already my eyes
Awake and about, too early for my taste today
Sitting before sunrise in morning’s faux light
Unfortunate scores, smiling lovers surprised on Kiss-Cam, toxic food stuffs
Damned Birds on the field 
Root, root, root ’round my thoughts 
But I wished
Thus, the tears

Sudden Stops

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Not through dark glasses 
Will I look toward 
The brilliance of you
That fiery-blue that explodes from that you
From where when I let you come home, I opened the door
To distraction, destruction, the building back up 
The giving of pause, the noticing all
I let you let me see
Without Caution

The Clear

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Those pockets full with what trouble? 
Bulging 
Dragging on the classic, red Super Sport of you 
Discovering nothing great by the time all is said
And done and the credits roll
Empty that
Leaving a trail of the bits as you walk through
To the clear 

Bellwether 

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This Day again 
And this place
Here I move happily up That Hill
At an easily difficult pace
On account of my heart
And all that it hopes and hoped

I close my eyes to make a wish
A steady shutter
A sturdy tripod 
On solid ground
A bellwether
Are all that comes to mind

received

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In the morning
Later than now if not already
Well after you’ve stirred about
The smallest voice if not the thunder
Will call to you

Will you hear I’ve asked before
When it won’t go away notice
It’s resonance in your moving feet
That have come awake
In the morning