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7.2
2.i.26
dive
into the day with
bushy brow
bright of tail
like little bird from the
poet’s tree
dive into the every day with
all the song we have
swim the thin air with
draw from the well to be
wise
first light is an age begun
blank one must fill
and who?
with whom?
we, as the everyday people
well past the pub test
with knowledge of our own
forbidding
eyes open
will we know where we are?
yes, no
and all at once
and so
make wild my shining wonders
just to bright your day
