At 6:00 a. m.
In the cool
In the quiet,
We celebrate
Day's arrival
Along the Truckee--
Contemplatively,
The joggers,
The homeless,
The restless,
Early risers
Like me--
But after Mass,
Scattering,
We're swallowed up
By worldly heat,
Lost temporarily
From identity.

07/19/2005

Author's Note: Reno, NV 15 July 05

Posted on 07/19/2005
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