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Work Morning

No matter how late for work
Stop every morning
beneath the dark lace
of your branches
to check on the sky
All three of us
moon tree woman
as still as a diorama
And the diorama
could be titled
Winter Dark or
Get In The Car Already but
just yesterday it changed to
Look, the Sky
Is Lightening

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