the
arc of the sun used to be enough
just
those first rays
would
wake you
if
you were at all tuned in
the first blue jay calls
or
a robin red breast staring in the window
a
neighbor's rooster the authorities have made illegal
faint
early dog barks from down in the valley
among the most verbal
is
a dog's lick on the arm
a
nose
is
a memory
sometimes the maples turn their heads
brush
off the avenue traffic
listen
intently for the secrets
just
beyond
--- e b bortz
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