Consider the day,

           how it begins where

           time listens—

 

           and lilies gather light

           only, skystartled calls

           in first wing rising

and sunlit branches at eversong

           lively, free for beginning—

 

           Tomorrow is not at ever

but close, perhaps the next throw of the stone,

           all passage afoot and ready

           as endings—

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