Monday, September 04, 2006


The edge of the day is studded with wine-colored shards.
The edge of the day is strung with silver ornaments.
Hunger stalked us all afternoon
and now our heads ring hollow and dizzy like high towers.
The bells in our heads ring: Praise God. Praise God.
Praise God for cold bright air
cold bright water
darkness, food, light of lamps
at the edge of the day.

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