On That Morning


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On that morning,

a thin crescent moon

dangled in a cloudless sky

peach apricot light smeared the trees

and the rambling water


On that morning,

a fox left his scat on the gravel

a mixture of tarry, seed-flecked turds

his way of owning the meadow


On that morning

the Queen Anne’s lace 

and mushrooms

glowed bone-white,

sudden alien visitors,

beacons in the mist


On that morning

a heart beat hidden under

a black trench coat

sought truth and miracles


for God to answer

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